10 years later. You have 3 children and he had 3 as well. In a crazy sense of “meant to be” their youngest are in kindergarten together. They go to pick up their children and her daughter asks to get her friends number. You smiled and took her hand as she lead you to her friend. And when you look up… it’s him, Paris. Elena. His breath caught but quickly regained composure. You stared stunned, but finally speak
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