Too Late for Apologies: The Architect's Revenge

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had left, a tangible piece

ew York real estate magnate, Mr. Caldwell. Sarah, a talented architect, felt small in he

s. Mark stood on the small stage, a microphone in his hand, his eyes scanning the crowd befo

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asp escaping her lips as Mark fastened it around her neck.

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of annoyance in his e

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the locket, her fingers

s lovely. Mark

age piece hit the polished floor with a sickenin

ugh Sarah. She knelt, picking it

broke

down from the stage, Ti

ld trinket, Sara

m around Tiffan

nough for Sarah to hear as they walked away

ed locket clutched tight. He called her mother' s legacy a trinket

lifelines her father extended to Mark' s firm, the o