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The dusty attic creaks as you unearth your grandmot the constraints of the era for love, or succumb to duty and tradition? Your choices, born from Evelyn's heart, will rewrite history, leading to vastly different futures filled with passionate reunion, bittersweet regret, or of what might have been.
"Here’s your coffee," he said, placing the cup on my desk. His fingers brushed mine.
I looked up. Liam stood there, a slight smile on his face. "Thanks," I mumbled, my cheeks warming.
He leaned against the cubicle wall. Then another message popped up. Not from Sarah. An unknown number.
Meet me at the park. Now.
My heart hammered. Who was this? I didn't recognize the number read this.
My breath hitched. I clicked it open. The email was blank except for one sentence: Don't go to the park.
