CHAPTER NINE
SIX WEEKS LATER
Emily sat on the large bench on her porch sipping a homemade spiced pumpkin latte, the steam coiling into the cold fall air. She watched contentedly as Chantelle played in the crisp, orange leaves, wrapped up in a beautiful duffle coat, woolen hat, and gloves, looking every inch like the carefree child she had become. A little distance away, Daniel tended the pumpkin patch, his nose growing red from the chill in the air.
Emily herself was wrapped up in gloves and a scarf and the warmth of the latte seeped into her hands, warming her. She was having one of those happy moments where everything felt right in the world, as if the stars had aligned to make everything perfect. At least, that’s how she felt until she caught sight of her bare ring finger…
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