- 7.
Summer had played me. I’d pushed Olivia away
for her. I wanted to kick myself. I was ousted
from the company my grandfather had built. My
dad, furious, sent me to work in a mine. I
stayed there for three years. I only came back
when my mom fell ill, heartbroken over my exile.
Through the ornate gate, I saw Olivia. She’d
gained a little weight, holding a cherubic baby
–
a miniature version of her. Alex came out,
wrapping a coat around her. He took the baby
from her, scolding her gently, “You should have
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dressed warmer. You’ll catch a cold.” He looked
at her with such love. My throat tightened.
Knowing she was happy was enough. I’d thrown
away my own happiness. Olivia, I never got to
tell you I love you. Guess I never will.
Alex’s Epilogue
