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An unbelievable sense of peace ht with tears, I looked up at Michael

“What a?”

I s over “It’s Dillon”

Michaelmy hand around it, I turned to him as he wrapped his aro It’s the only thing of hers that I kept”

Michael reached for it with one hand while he kept his other tight around me He studied the brooch “I remember it It’s beautiful”

“I kept it locked in that treasure box, Michael”

Understanding dawned “You’ve never moved it?”

I shook my head “I haven’t looked at that brooch in years It was buried at the bottoe, and it was just … there”

“And you think … you think it was Dillon?” I could hear the uncertainty in his voice Michael was a realist, not given to flights of fancy or notions about ghosts, but the circumstances eird, and he knew it

I didn’t know if it was Dillon I’d never believed in that kind of stuff before

But so had settled ina way to send e To tell me she was happy for Michael and me

“I don’t know,” I whispered Joy, so much I could burst with it, warmed me from the inside out “But I’d like to think so”

Love blazed from Michael’s eyes as he dipped his head to kiss me softly

“I love you, Michael”