They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. I didn’t realize what I destroyed until it was too late to rebuild. Sometimes, the price of a quiet street is a broken heart left to heal in private. Frank Morrison deserved better than my cruelty. Marie Morrison deserved her husband’s daily promise. And I? I deserve to carry this regret for the rest of my life.
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