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She turned from the water and headed up Market Street and, a few blocks later

“You dropped this.”

Confused, Ana looked at his hand, now outstretched. She stepped toward him. He placed in her hand her father’s watch, closing her fingers around it. A moment passed as tears moistened her lashes. She lifted her gaze to his, but he turned and left without letting her thank him.

Emily was alone