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I throw my arms in the air and cheer. “Finally! Something we can agree on!”

“Do you think… is there a chance we can overcome this? We can still be friends at least?”

“Not right now, no,” I say truthfully. “I’m still angry and hurt but maybe down the line we can be friends. I don’t know, though.”

“So you’re saying there’s a chance?” he says, grinning, dropping a line fromDumb and Dumberthat makes me laugh.

Somehow, signing divorce papers ends with us laughing together. And when he loads up his car with the last of his things, handing over his house keys, I watch him drive away with dry eyes.

Amazing, really, that the end doesn’t have me crying. Maybe it’ll come or maybe it’s because I’ve cried all the tears already.

I look around the house, the same one Wyatt and I purchased together with so many hopes and dreams. We were so excited to move in, had visions of raising our family here and one day welcoming our families with their own kids. Life isn’t always the fairy tale we expected it to be.

I’m starting over now. Thirty years old, single, and a whole new future laid out before me that’s wide open. Maybe I should pull anEat, Pray, FMLand go on an adventure by myself. The possibilities are endless, really.

First, though, I’m going to channel my inner-Leah, my surrogate mother of sorts. When she and her ex got a divorce, she redid her bedroom, started fresh. It was a turning point for her.

I remember her telling me that everywhere she looked, she saw failure because the life she’d built didn’t have the ending she envisioned. That’s kind of how I’m feeling right now. I look around this house that held so many of my heart’s desires. It’s still the same house. Those desires are still in my heart. But the image looks different.

I grab my phone and text my best girl Corbin Rae, Leah’s actual daughter.

Me:Still on for lunch tomorrow?

Corbin Rae:Obviously.

Me:Good. I need it.

Corbin Rae:Do I dare ask how it went today?

Me:About as expected. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow. Think I’m going to take a long bath with a bottle of wine.

Corbin Rae:Perfect. I’m here if you need anything.

Me:I know. Thank you. Love you.

Corbin Rae:Love you, too. See you tomorrow.

ChapterTwo

Brock

Without knocking, my sister Corbin Rae, comes barreling into my office, slamming the door behind her. She’s breathing heavily as if she just sprinted a mile.

“What the…?”

She holds up a finger, hand to her chest with the other leaning on the back of the chair and continues to suck in air.

I begin to stand from my chair but she shakes her head.

“No. I’m fine. Just… whew, I ran here and I’m clearly out of shape.”

“You don’t say,” I deadpan. “Why the running?”

“I have…” she sucks in another breath and then stands up straight before plopping into the chair, “to tell you something.”

I raise my eyebrows. “And this required your potential heart failure?”

“Yes,” she grits out.

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