PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

wind moved gently through the trees.

For a second, Savannah could almost hear him.

Good, honey. Now live.

And she did.

She bought a house of her own near the lake, not too large, not too lonely. It had a kitchen full of sunlight and a backyard where the girls could run. She painted the front door blue because Bryce had always hated bright colors.

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