But Aaron lingered in the doorway, looking uneasy.
We sat at the kitchen table, and after taking a steady breath, he said quietly, “I’m getting married again.”
When I asked who she was, he hesitated, then showed me a photo on his phone.
My heart gave a small jolt.
The woman in the picture was someone familiar — Emily, my kind, thoughtful neighbor who had become a close friend during some of my toughest times.
Instead of anger, a calm acceptance washed over me.
Life has a way of connecting stories in unexpected ways, bringing clarity from unlikely places.
It didn’t feel like heartbreak or surprise — more like a natural page turning in our shared story.
I looked at Aaron and smiled softly.
“She’s lovely,” I said — and I truly meant it.
