The Brother I Lost, The Life I Found

On New Year's Eve, I received a bouquet of flowers with a card inside:

"Wishing Jenna Smith a Happy New Year."

The signature was just a simple letter "J."

With one glance, I recognized that person's handwriting, and his face came flooding back to mind.

Along with our shameful past.

My fingers unconsciously tightened around the card.

A moment later, I tossed the bouquet into the trash.

Jason Crawford—the man who had once nearly walked with me into the halls of matrimony.

But ever since my brother died, there's been nothing between him and me.

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