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WHEN I LOOKED AT WILLOW, it didn't
matter that I’d lost months of my life.
The fact that she was okay, even after the
accident, that is what counted. As happy
as I was with Willow, there was a
niggling feeling at the back of my mind
that something was wrong, even off
between Cohen and me. I knew I loved
him, that he loved me, but something had
shifted, and I wasn't sure what it was.
