Six months had passed since the divorce papers were signed, stamped, and filed away in some courthouse drawer. Six months since I’d heard Ethan Walker say my name, felt his presence in my life, or allowed myself to think about the years we’d spent building something that ultimately crumbled. I had convinced myself that chapter was closed, that whatever future lay ahead would be written without him in it.
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