When he arrived at the address Trisha had given him, he parked the car and sat for a moment, gathering his thoughts. The house was modest, with a small garden out front. Steven took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
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After a moment, the door opened, and there she was—Michelle. She looked older, more mature, but it was definitely her. The same woman he had fallen in love with all those years ago. “Steven,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and apprehension. “What are you doing here?” Would she give him the answers he needed?