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Silvery snow blanketed the Sloviane cityscape, soft and fluffy, evoking memories of a clouded confession from three years ago.
Time is the cruelest reality. The divorce ceremony of The Baileys that caused an uproar three years ago is now a forgotten tale.
Perhaps, there's no one left who remembers the name of their former wife, Anna Jadwin...
Anna Jadwin sat in a rocking chair, squinting at the swirling snow.
Sanna's magnified face moved into her view, studying her intently, "Anna Jadwin, or should I call you Ms. Sullivan? Your makeup skills...truly deceiving!"
Anna Jadwin sat curled up, gently smiling back, "I'm sorry, I no longer have friends in Sloviane; aside from you, I don't know anyone who would take me in."
