After He Broke Me

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under soft lights, and the soft hum of jazz echoed through the venue. Amelia stood by the welcome desk

e did. Her name had been mentioned twice already by attendees praising the setup. When one of the board directors introduced her as "th

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hall. He wasn't flashy, but he had presence tall, sharply dressed, and clearly aware of his surrounding

ala wound down,

enna. I was at the pitch revie

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ake lingered, not romantically, but with a kind of respect she hadn't

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s lead event coordinator for our foundation's quarterly projects." She read the messa

welling up not because she was sad, but because for once, life was meeting her halfway. She forwarded the e

mirror. "You are not who he left," she whispered to