It’s an unseasonably warm day for the end of January, which means that my evening stroll is far more crowded than I would like. I’ve been stopped three times now by people I recognize from the town meeting last night. I shouldn’t have gone to the meeting, but my curiosity got the better of me. I knew I’d see Juliette there. My steps falter when I recall her green eyes sparkling as she whispered next to me during the meeting. I wanted to do more than talk when I looked down at her, that’s for sure. But getting close to Juliette would be a mistake. Trusting anyone but family has always been a
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