A week later, David showed up.
We’d stayed in contact after I told him I was divorcing Rick and had moved out.
He brought tea in a thermos — no expectations, just company.
“I’ve never met someone who took back their power with such grace,” he said as we sat on my little balcony.
I smiled. “I didn’t know I had it. Not until someone reminded me.”
We talked for hours — about books, travel, work, and everything that Rick never had the patience for.
When he left that evening, he didn’t ask to see me again, but I knew he would.
And I knew I’d say yes!
Months passed. I picked up a part-time job at the local bookstore. I started seeing old friends.
I laughed again — real, full laughter that reached my eyes!
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