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Connor took his last breath, his hand in Riya’s. Riya cried harder than ever before as the heart monitor hit a flatline. She thought about all the good times they had over the years, all the disasters in the kitchen, the successes in their careers, the loving hugs and kisses they gave and received before Connor fell ill. She knew she’d have to accept this, their fate, the life they chose to have when they married. And with one final “goodbye”, she kissed his forehead and left the hospital room, saddened yet determined to move forward.