Her eyes slid toward me.
“Sammie… I’m so sorry. Sometimes grief makes people imagine connections where none exist.”
“I know exactly who he is,” I said calmly.
For a moment the smile on her face didn’t move.
But her eyes hardened.
“Keep your distance,” she said sweetly. “Or paperwork will appear and he will disappear again.”
Gabriel stepped forward.
“Stop talking about me like I’m not standing here.”
For the first time I saw fear flicker across her face.
Over the next week we started preparing.
Evidence.
Documents.
Witnesses.
Janet — my best friend — joined us immediately when she heard the story.
“If this woman erased a man from existence,” she said, already dialing her contacts, “then the world deserves to know.”
The board of Gabriel’s family company was called into an emergency meeting.
When Camille realized what was happening, her perfect composure finally cracked.
“You’ll regret this,” she said quietly.
I met her eyes.
“No,” I replied.
“You’ll regret underestimating your son… and the mechanic’s daughter he loved.”
Gabriel squeezed my hand.
Thirty years ago I buried the boy I loved.
Now the man he became was standing beside me, ready to take his life back.
And this time, no one was going to rewrite our story.
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