the best； the
finest。 He deserved a wife and children and all those things she might
have wanted herself； had life been different。 Causing him pain increased
her own pain ten…fold。 Because； when all was said and done； she loved
him； too。
That was the deepest layer unearthed in her soul…search。 She did love
Ross； but it had no future。 There would always be yesterday and the
ghosts she lived with。 Ross had stolen her heart； but only a part。 The
rest had either died with Crystal； or died a little more each time she
saw the grief on her parents' faces。 Ross deserved a wholehearted woman。
She wanted that for him。
After developing a throbbing migraine； Chloe was in bed by eight； and
there was pain beyond her head。 Ross's scent clung to her sheets； the
remembered feel of his body scared her skin。 She burned inside； with no
outlet。
In time she fell asleep。 After two nights without； it was deep and
mercifully uninterrupted。 She woke up only when Lee hollered from the
foot of the stairs； 〃Chloe？ Rise and shine！〃
She yawned； stretched； remembered and felt pain； then relief。 Lee often
woke her with a yell。 This wouldn't be the last time。 Life would go on
without Ross。 Yes； it would。 Climbing from bed； she showered； dressed；
neatened the room and joined Lee for breakfast。 〃Good weekend； kid？〃 he
asked around a mouthful of toast。 〃Not bad。〃
〃So what happened？〃
〃Nothing。〃
〃He didn't sleep at my place Saturday night； Chloe。〃
She helped herself to coffee。 〃How do you know he stayed over Saturday
night？ How do you know he didn't go back to New York？〃
〃His car was here Sunday morning。〃
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