Two young lovers in Paris share an idyllic life ... until the woman is forced to confront her demons in a final showdown.

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“Excuse me,” Ryan said.

Sukie again glanced up from her paper. Since her arrival in Paris, she’d shortened her name—Susanna Katherine—to Sukie, and let her hair grow long. In her black outfit, she was the picture of the Saint Germain femme fatale. “Yes? What can I do for you?” she said.

Her cool tone of voice and air of mild irritation almost derailed him. But Ryan had resolved to get to know her. “I don’t mean to bother you,” he said shyly. Actually, Ryan wasn’t shy at all. But he’d discovered that a touch of feigned diffidence increased his charm.

“And?” she said.

“And?”

“What else don’t you mean?”

Illustration by Eliza Frye