A week later, I returned because Ari insisted the rabbit probably missed us.
Claire laughed.
“I was wondering if the rabbit would ever see his friend again.”
Coffee became dinners.
Dinners became weekend walks.
Those walks slowly became something neither of us wanted to end.
On our third date, I told Claire about Sarah.
Everything.
Even the guilt I still woke up with every morning.
When I finished, she reached across the table.
“You don’t have to stop loving Sarah.”
I looked at her.
“I don’t?”
She smiled sadly.
“Love
