Chapter 9 - The Final StampBack in New York, the autumn leaves were beginning to turn golden once more.
Ethan Cole sat alone in his cramped studio apartment, staring at an old wedding photograph he had rescued from the trash months ago.
His phone sat silently on the table beside him. No calls. No notifications. No secret getaways or high-society parties.
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He finally understood what Clare had known all along: you can book all the luxury flights you want, but if you don't know how to value the person sitting beside you, you'll always end up traveling alone.
He tossed the photograph into the wastebasket, turned off the lamp, and stared out into the dark, indifferent city.
