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The rest of the evening Ezra spent dancing around questions about how he had spent the years since Abigails abrupt depature. He didn t want her to worry, and found himself even wishing she would go away.  Having her here looking at him with her eyes, the very same eyes his wife had looked at him with it was if he could feel his heart breaking all over again. The heart that beat only for her but even seven long years later it wouldn't stop beating to give him the peace he so desprately wanted.

Abigail was talking to him but the words were meshing together. The flood of memories beat down the walls he had tried carefully constructed in his mind making it impossible to concentrate on any one thing.