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She’d loved him – just not enough to let him kill her.

but it appears he took his own life

It was because of Nora and what she suspected Martin still felt for her.

She’d learned the folly of pinning her hopes on someone else to give her a better life, but she’d also learned her own power.

She was back where she’d started, poorer by a dream, richer in knowledge

She would hold on to that as she rebuilt her life.

down from heaven into the pit of hell.

She wondered at how resilient he was, how such a small thing as a visit and a packet of biscuits could so cheer him.

e’d robbed you of your mother, hadn’t he?

Guilt. Guilt, not grief.