I smiled on the day my husband finalized our divorce and married the woman he had been seeing behind my back while I was eight months pregnant.

edge of it.

“You kept this?”

“I kept all of them.”

Her throat tightened.

Nathan remained at a respectful distance. That mattered too.

“Nathan,” she said, “I don’t want to go backward.”

“Neither do I.”

“If we try again, it can’t be returning to what we were.”

“I don’t want what we were,” he said. “I want what we’ve become brave enough to build.”

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