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How weird. The binkie threw her off though.

“I don’t know. Maybe it could be oneof them, but I don’t know,” she replied. “I’m going to keep it, though, just in case I see one of them. Then, I can ask.”

“Why don’t you just message them? And what about the pacifier?”

She shook her head. “Not happening. I don’t want them to think that they need to send me a gift’. They also don’t really know that I’m talking to multiple people. I’m not dating any of them. They don’t know I’m keeping my options open. And as for the binkie, I have talked about wanting kids. Maybe one of them sent it as like a ‘I want to have kids with you’ gift? It is weird and if I see one of them, I’ll ask about it if they bring it up.”

That was going to open a can of worms she wasn’t ready to deal with, and Margery was just starting to move on. Part of her was excited, but she also felt like she was betraying Ethan. They were supposed to get married. He had been and still was the love of her life.

Margery knew she shouldn’t feel guilty about moving on, but it was hard. So hard when, for two years, they had talked about getting married after they graduated. They had started to plan things, but it all went down the drain when he died.

How was she supposed to move on from that? Margery was young at the time, but she knew Ethan was the one. She didn’t want to find someone else and not love them as much. It didn’t feel right, but maybe she was wrong. Maybe she could love someone else as much as she had loved Ethan.

“How was your date last night?” Adalisa asked as Margery put the stuffed animal back in the box.

They had several customers come in a day, andshe didn’t want them asking questions. She also didn’t want the chance of someone taking it when she was with a customer.

“It was all right, but the person was missing something,” Margery replied.

“What do you think he was missing?” Adalisa inquired.

Out of the two of them, Margery was the one who was going out on dates. Her coworker wanted to, but said she was looking for Mr. Right. She couldn’t blame Adalisa for waiting for him because she had found hers.

But it might never happen. Adalisa didn’t put herself out, so there was no reason for her to find Mr. Right.

“I don’t know. He’s just not the love of my life,” Margery told her. “I know. I know.”

“Nobody’s going to be like Ethan. You need to get that out of your head.”

“I know but it’s hard. I grew up with Ethan. We talked about getting married. We weregoingto get married.”

“But now you can’t. It’s harsh, but someone needs to tell you. You need to stop comparing every man to Ethan. Because they won’t be Ethan, and you’re going to end up disappointed every single time.”

“I know. I’m trying to but it’s so difficult,” Margery said, trying to get this whole morning out of her mind. “Let’s just get to work. We’ve got things to stock, and no doubt customers are going to be flocking in soon.”

A week had passedsince Margery got the stuffed zebra from her secret admirer. She wondered if one of the guys she went out on a date would send another thing, but there was nothing.

Nothing.

To say Margery and Adalisa were bummed was an understatement.

Maybe she should have contacted the guys about it, but it didn’t feel right. She had kept the box it was in and looked at it several times, trying to find a note or something.

But there wasn’t anything.

Who could it be? Why was it sent to her?

Margery was starting to believe it was from Ethan. It was like he knew he was going to die because several months after, she received things from him. But that couldn’t be right.

Ethan had been dead for over seventeen years. He didn’t think that far ahead.

There was no way to know when a person was going to die. For all Margery knew, he could have bought those and sent them to her place as gifts. He had talked about buying her presents, something he hadn’t done often.

Not because he didn’t want to but because he didn’t have much money. But something had changed. All of a sudden, he had started to buy her things and told her he got a job. Margery didn’t know what it was then, and she didn’t now, but she knew it wasn’t a daytime job. They hung out during the day, and during the night, he went out.

She needed to stop thinking about that. It was years ago, and she needed to move on. It was about time.

Margery grabbed her knife from her bag as she got closer to her house. She felt eyes on her as she walked home. Flitting her eyes around, she didn’t spot anybody.

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