Chapter One: Regrets
The rain in Seattle always had a way of making the office feel smaller, like the walls were leaning in just to hear what we weren't saying. I can still see her at that desk, sharp as a tack, the light catching the edge of her coffee cup. I should have asked her to marry me. A thousand times, I should have said it. But I was a coward with a .38 and a mountain of debt, and she wanted a life that didn't end in a dark alley.
In the end, the white veil suited her even better than the cheap dresses she looked so attractive in. I watched the best partner a PI ever had walk down that aisle with a man who could offer her a future instead of a cold case.
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