Richard took a step back, his eyes darting around the room. "Frances, please... you don't understand."
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She found it in the kitchen—a jar of preserves gone to syrupy ruin, a handwritten label dated August 14, the ink browned with age. The smell hit like memory: summers in her grandmother’s garden, sticky fingers, laughter threaded with the hum of bees. She dipped a finger into the jar, tasted, and felt the tug: the temptation to take a small jar home, a talisman to keep the past close. Richard took a step back, his eyes darting around the room
Richard took a step back, his eyes darting around the room. "Frances, please... you don't understand."
Are you a fan of forbidden romance and “almost caught” tension? Share your favorite Frances Bentley moment in the comments below (without spoilers!). And if you’re looking for more stories where resistance is futile, check out our recommended reading list.
She found it in the kitchen—a jar of preserves gone to syrupy ruin, a handwritten label dated August 14, the ink browned with age. The smell hit like memory: summers in her grandmother’s garden, sticky fingers, laughter threaded with the hum of bees. She dipped a finger into the jar, tasted, and felt the tug: the temptation to take a small jar home, a talisman to keep the past close.