The Life I Thought Was Over

kitchen table like we had a hundred times before, only now the rings on our fingers caught the light. The ordinariness of it grounded me. This—this was the life we were choosing. Not the dramatic moments. Not the confessions. But the quiet mornings after.

Still, one thing lingered in my mind.

Peter.

Not as a ghost. Not as a shadow. But as a presence that continue reading …