His name was Griffin. Her name was Clare.
What was it she’d said to do? Look on the cell phone for photos, videos, and notes?
Despite the chill, he was warmer now that he knew he was a married man, and that he had a wife waiting for him. His heart stuttered at the thought she might be in danger, but at the same time, he had the magic stone that would point the way to her.
What did she look like?
He hoped she was pretty, at least to him.
Scrolling through her phone, he found what he was lookingfor. Pictures of him and this wonderful Clare.
A smile trickled onto his face, and his heart expanded with joy. The woman in the sparkly white gown was as cute and pert as a fairy, and her red-brown hair was the color of cinnamon. Lovely, perky face, and a mischievous expression in her gorgeous green eyes. She wore the purplish-red stone on a chain over her milky-white bosom.
Heread through her notes and melted with relief. She’d promised to care for him through his surgery. She was his friend, and she wanted him to live a full life having new experiences and making sweet and beautiful memories—with her.
She was the key to making it all happen. He was as lucky as love to wake up to this wonderful new reality.
