Friday December 13, 2013:

A silver Tesla drove up the drive of the Forrester Estate.  A dark haired, suited gentleman walked the estate and into to the house.  Inside Eric Forrester was toasting his dead wife’s portrait as he continued their tradition of having a nightly martini.  Eric lamented having no one to share the second drink with.  A voice came from behind him “yes, you do.”  Eric turned.  It was Ridge!  He’d returned from a 15 month absence while living in Paris.  He was back to reunite with Brooke, Ridge declared.

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