I returned to work
On Monday evening, I was putting away bottles when Dana knocked softly on the bedroom door.
“Come eat.”
Two plates of pasta waited on the kitchen table.
I sat across from her and picked up my fork.
Dana knocked softly on the bedroom door.
Eventually, the twins and I moved into our own small place.
Ryan and I divorced. His father got him a job working at a restaurant his friend owned.
Last week, Dana introduced me to her new neighbor.
We’re going on a date tomorrow night.
This is definitely not where I thought life would take me, but I’m happier than I’ve ever been.
