It has been three months since her son’s funeral and yet she has not been able to think of anything but the mysterious man she met on the balcony that night. She yearns to see him again, even as she hates herself for it. There is just something about him that makes her feel okay, that makes her feel whole again. It's like a fire burning deep within her, one she can’t extinguish no matter how much she may want to. No matter how much she hates herself for not being able to.

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Ansley has not forgotten Lidya. No matter how hard he tries to shake the memory away, he can’t. Everytime he closes his eyes he sees her, her forest green orbs clearer than anything he had ever imagined before.

He knows it's wrong, thinking of another person when the only one who should occupy his thoughts is his wife, but he can't seem to stop. Even though It kills him everytime he remembers Aldora. He feels awful, like he’s betraying her trust by thinking of Lidya. No matter that Aldora is betraying his own trust every single night.