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“One day,” she murmurs through the blush. “One day.”

The beach. She went to the fucking beach.

I leap in my car and rev the engine as I head towards the beach town that’s only an hour from where I am.

The map has indicated that it’s a small little backwater place. If she’s still there, it shouldn’t be a problem to track her down.

I have a gut feeling that this is it. This is where I find her.

The question is, once I do find her… then what?

I don’t allow myself any time to focus on that right now.

First, I’ll reclaim my wife and my child.

The rest—I’ll worry about later.