Ava’s kindness was more than friendship; it was salvation. In those darkest days, she became my anchor, a beacon guiding me back to light. Her quiet presence gave me strength to rebuild what was lost. Over the years, our bond deepened into something unbreakable, a testament to resilience born from shared pain.
Then, fate thrust the past back into my life. Mark, my ex-husband, appeared unexpectedly, older but unmistakably himself. His gaze held a mix of regret and something unsaid. In that charged moment, I realized the story wasn’t over. The secrets we carried threatened to unravel everything I thought I’d left behind.
