The Life I Thought Was Over

When Daniel came home and found me there, he didn’t interrupt. He didn’t apologize for existing in the same space as my memories.

He simply sat beside me.

“Do you want to tell me about one of them?” he asked gently.

So I did.

I told him stories I’d never shared before. About the night Peter and I got lost on a road trip and slept in the car. About the continue reading …