Chapter 18 - THREE YEARS OF GRIEFOne evening, Lorenzo and Karen stood on the rooftop.
Manhattan glittered beneath them.
"I thought loving someone again meant betraying Emily," Lorenzo admitted.
Karen looked at him.
"And now?"
He took a breath.
"Now I think Emily would have wanted me to live."
Karen smiled.
"You deserve that."
"So do you."
For the first time, Lorenzo reached for her hand.
There was no dramatic kiss.
No grand declaration.
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Just two people who had survived different kinds of heartbreak.
And a quiet understanding that perhaps they were no longer surviving alone.
