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Kevin nodded slowly, finally piecing everything together. At last, it all made sense—the bus stop vigils, the dress clutched so tightly, the endless sorrow in Benjamin’s eyes. But he also realized something else: Benjamin was taking a tremendous risk by standing here now. Tonight was different. Sofia hadn’t just walked past. She had sat on the very bench where he sat before, clutching flowers that mirrored those from her wedding day.
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