To see parts I, II, III, and IV of this story, click here, here, here, and here. Caroline had always had poor vision, but the fog and the low-hanging street lights made it very hard to determine whether or not Adam was still standing at the church. But then, a gust of wind tugged his…

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To see parts I, II, and III of this story, click here, here, and here. Caroline refused to look back at Adam. She didn’t need to see the pain written across his face, the capable hand clutched to his chest, or his head resting against the stone wall. The slouch of his shoulders or even…

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