On the far side of the forest, a golf cart hummed quietly across the fairway.
“Ethan?” Cindy called softly, snuggling against his side. She felt him stiffen and looked up, realizing his expression was all wrong.
He was staring at the woods, his eyes fixed on a graceful figure moving between the trees. A white sleeveless top clung to her curves, and a short black skirt swayed with her steps. That silhouette… it looked like Hannah.
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