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I glanced at the clock next to the photo—11:10 p.m.—and waited for the digital flip.

Make a wish, Stella.

This time I wished for Nate. I wished him the same unbelievable happiness with his new bride that I’d found. I hoped he felt the same kind of completion with the other half of his soul. I hope she kept his dreams safe, his heart guarded, and never let him forget what an incredible man he was. I hoped his life resembled his own idea of a fairytale.

Because my rock ‘n’ roll fairytale had just begun.





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