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it.”

Inside was a brochure.

A travel brochure.

Italy.

My jaw dropped.

“I don’t understand.”

Noah grinned.

“You once told us you always wanted to visit Italy.”

I barely remembered saying that.

It had probably happened more than a decade earlier.

“We remembered,” Mason said.

Of course they did.

The trip was already paid for.

Every detail arranged.

Flights.

Hotels.

Tours.continue reading …