Then, a knock on my door.

"Hon, you okay?" It's Caroline.

I wave my hand dismissively. "I'm feeling a little sick. The flu. Don't get too close." I attempt a wan smile, but Caroline's eyes widen in concern.

"Justine, this is about Rafael, isn't it?"

I nod, trying to work out how I'm going to tell her that Rafa's never coming back here again.

Caroline stands in the doorway. "Hon, I never told you this, but your dad tried to do everything he could to break you two up. He told me all about it."

"So I've learned." I feel like retching as I recall the letter.

"Your father was a wonderful man, but he didn't want his little girl marrying someone who wasn't like her. Or him. I tried to talk him out of it, but Edward was set in his ways. When I saw Rafael here this past month and saw how you looked at each other, I felt like I needed to weigh in."

I fiddle with a pen.

"That man loves you, Justine."

"Not anymore," I whisper. "I screwed everything up. Again."

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The village where my father lives has narrow, medieval-era streets, made for people, not cars

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The village where my father lives has narrow, medieval-era streets, made for people, not cars. In fact, the whole place seems built for small humans, and almost everyone walking on the narrow sidewalks is compact and short. I feel like a giant here, both in stature and in this ridiculous SUV I've rented.

I'd waited several days to do this, telling myself that business took priority. And it did. But it's Sunday, and I have a day off, and instead of gorging myself on tapas and crying in my beer over Justine — who I still haven't called, even though it's been two weeks — I thought I'd face a different truth.

One that's equally as emotional as my situation with Justine.

One that's four hours southeast of Madrid, near the Mediterranean Sea.

Dammit. The car's GPS had steered me down a narrow street. Too narrow to turn this massive BMW SUV around. I'm used to ten-lane freeways in Florida when I drive, and I don't even get behind the wheel myself all that often because I've got a driver.

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