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Alison POV The next day, the morning routine was a lonely task, except for the fact that I took out the picture frame with the picture of Jay and Jackson, and for the first time, I allowed myself to cry. I cried for what was lost, for what happened, and even when I didn´t remember my husband, I cried because I wished for him to be here. Then, my tear-filled eyes looked in Jay's direction. Jay Katz is a man I would have never seen myself sharing my life with, but he has been a refreshing surprise. I have never been prone to the rich and famous. Jay is both. I love my privacy, while Jay´s life is mainly public. We are like water and oil, but somehow, I feel drawn to him. He left early this morning. One thing I do admire about Jay is his work ethic. He wakes up early, works hard, plays