Reborn in '83: His Forgotten Wife

bakery, a place Mark and I used to

th a couple of her

rah! Hi! You have t

got back from a trip to Boston, and he broug

' d already plucked one out and off

heirs. Not wanting to make a scene, I

od, rich

d in. He was supposed

e bakery, landed on

ocolate in my hand, the

ce dar

over, his

snapped, his voice sharp enough to

Tiffany. He was loo

aid, his tone accusatory, l

ds stopped talking. The baker paus

lush creep

ght frown on her face. "It'

l glaring at me. "Some people just don't underst

thetically trying to insert myself into his ne

d. He was the one who had

t the thirty years he' d thrown away

ght in my throat.

hear me. He d

annoyance in her voice now. She was more irritated b

ox. "Honestly, they

away from me, his express

r Tiffany, but it di

hocolate down on the co

had turned to

. It was about his public dis

ace: firmly outside his ne

n' t care

fference anymore. Thi

, the one standing before me, was capable o

never been on the r