After the Crash
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He was laughing, his arm around her shoulders.
I whispered under my breath, “Goodbye, Luca Moretti. Never again.”
A few hours later, while he played with the twins, his phone rang.
“Mr. Moretti,” his assistant’s voice stammered, “your wife’s jet—
it went down. Just past the Atlantic border.
There are no survivors.”
Luca froze. The color drained from his face.
“What… did you just say?”
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