By then, most neighbors had stopped mocking us. They still whispered sometimes — habits die hard — but they couldn’t deny that happiness had taken root on our little plot of land.
Three black SUVs stopped right in front of our gate.
Men in tailored suits stepped out, scanning the yard. My heart thudded as one of them walked up the path and stopped before Hannah.
The world seemed to stop.
Hannah’s hand trembled in mine. Then, from the largest SUV, a silver-haired man stepped out — his face pale, eyes shining with disbelief.
The Secret She Never Meant to Keep
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