One afternoon, Rick sent a message.
I stared at it, then deleted it without responding.
That evening, David texted. “There’s a concert in the park. Nothing fancy.
Want to come with me?”
I said yes!
We sat side by side on the grass. The music floated around us.
At one point, he reached for my hand. I let him take it.
I looked at him, at the sky turning purple, at the new life I’d begun.
I thought menopause would be the end of something.
But it turned out to be the start of everything.
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