if there were no other choice.
I loved her more for that.
Life began finding a new rhythm.
After more than two wonderful years together, we married a few weeks ago in a small garden surrounded by close family.
No orchestra.
No ballroom.
Just sunshine, white flowers, and Ari proudly tossing petals in the wrong direction.
Everyone laughed.
Even the photographer.
For the first time since Sarah died, happiness didn’t feel like something I’d taken from the past.
Maybe it was something the future had saved for us.
After the
