PART 1
The envelope appeared beneath my apartment door on a Tuesday morning in October.
Cream-colored paper.
My name written across the front in handwriting I didn’t recognize.
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The envelope appeared beneath my apartment door on a Tuesday morning in October.
Cream-colored paper.
My name written across the front in handwriting I didn’t recognize.
“You’re my girlfriend, not my wife.” Jenna knocked softly on the door, and I let her in, my heart still heavy from Marcus's words.…