Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Nine

Evelyn's POV

Forty years. Four decades since my second chance. Since I'd opened my eyes in a timeline where Kelly hadn't yet killed me.

I was sixty-five now. Officially elderly. Gray. Wrinkled. Tired. But content.

Dante was seventy. Slower. Gentler. But still strong. Still protective. Still mine.

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