Chapter 7 FOUR YEARS LATER, đĽ âAre you ready, Nathara? Itâs about to start in an hour, and you need to be there to greet the clients and potential buyers,â Michael, my boyfriend of a month, called. We met in Africa, where I photographed people's daily struggles and celebrated their beautiful culture. I was welcomed with open arms and loved my year-long stay. Michael, a pediatrician, volunteered in Africa to help those in need. He had brown eyes, blond hair, and a dashing smile. He was 5'8" with a good physique. He didnât have a six-pack, but I didnât care; as long as he didn't have a potbelly, I was fine. Heâd asked me out several times, but I always refused; I was still hurting from losing Diman, or Demon, as Danny calls him. We reconnected three months ago when I was searching for a new pediatrician for my three-year-old son, as our usual one had retired. He asked me out again, and I finally said yes. After a few dates, we became official a month ago
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