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James leaned against the wall, he shut his eyes tightly. “Suzi.” He croaked her name in a hoarse voice.

Irene bit into her bottom lip quietly. “I’m sorry for your loss.” She clutched the bottom skirt of her dress. “My fiancée, he got murdered the day of our wedding. I remember sitting there in my wedding dress and getting the letter of his death.”