There are moments when your entire life divides into « before » and « after, » and mine began with something I was never meant to find. By the time I realized what I was watching, I knew there was no going back.
The house was quiet in that late morning way I’d come to love, sunlight sliding across the wooden floors. I stood by the mantel and ran my thumb along the edge of Sean’s and my wedding photo, the one where he’s laughing so hard his eyes disappear.
Four years in, and I still caught myself smiling at it as if I were a stranger seeing us for the first time.
From the very beginning, I felt like we’d found exactly what people spend their whole lives searching for. I was 33, married to a man I genuinely liked, which felt rarer to me than simply loving him.
