A boyfriend before Rowan borrowed money without asking because, as he later explained, I “wouldn’t notice.”
After Mom died, I wanted a smaller life.
A life where I could discover who I was when nobody recognized my surname.
Then I met Rowan at a professional seminar.
He spilled coffee over my notes.
I laughed.
He bought me another cup.
For six months, everything felt wonderfully ordinary.
“You remember our third date?” I asked.
He looked down at Leo.
“The Italian place with terrible chairs.”
“You spent twenty minutes complaining about
