The ride through the winter storm to Brooklyn had been a blur of tears, broken memories, and suffocating heartache. As the yellow cab crossed the steel suspension cables of the Brooklyn Bridge, Genevieve had looked out at the distant, glittering spire of Hayes Tower rising through the rain like a crystalline dagger. How could a man who held her with such heartbreaking tenderness, a man who had bled for her…
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