Sunday evening arrived with an ethereal, golden autumn sunset that bathed New York Harbor in warm shades of copper, amber, and rose. The air was crisp and clean, carrying the refreshing scent of salt water from the Atlantic and the sweet aroma of roasted chestnuts from the promenade vendors. Julian had brought Ava to the historic Brooklyn Heights Promenade, the very place where they had walked months ago when trust…
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