The Life I Thought Was Over

“Part of us. And I need to know we can hold that without it breaking what we have.”

Daniel reached across the table and took my hand, his grip steady.

“I don’t feel threatened by him,” he said. “I feel grateful to him. He loved you well. He gave you strength. And somehow… he trusted me enough to ask for that promise.”

I swallowed hard.

“I don’t think he continue reading …