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Four months after Grace Mercer walked back into a burning apartment and sacrificed half her face to save the man she loved, he came home for lunch with another woman and a suitcase. Grace had spent the entire morning cooking with one hand because her left arm still would not rise above her shoulder. She had set the table for two, believing that if she could make one ordinary meal, perhaps she and Logan Pierce could finally have one honest conversation.

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Three years earlier, Grace had been twenty-four an…

Three years earlier, Grace had been twenty-four and had just aged out of the foster system six years before that. She had no parents to help with tuition, no family home to return to, and no one to co-sign loans. She had waited tables, borrowed money, finished nursing school, and volunteered for night shifts because the extra hourly pay helped attack a student-loan balance that seemed determined to outlive her.

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Disclaimer: This story is fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. Any names, characters, places, or events are fictitious or used fictitiously. No real person or organization is intended to be portrayed.

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