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As Elena headed toward the stairs, she felt a strange, new sense of freedom. She was still a mother, and Julian would always be her priority—but for the first time in years, she felt like she was allowed to be Elena, too.

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Elena sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I was actually thinking about the gallery opening tonight. Marcus asked if I’d go." As Elena headed toward the stairs, she felt

Elena looked at him, surprised by the maturity in his voice. "You wouldn't mind? The house is small, Julian. If I start seeing someone..." Today, however, it felt like an insistent heartbeat