I married Hunter for peace, not passion. We were best friends seeking stability after hard lives.
For a while, our calm, steady love was enough. But peace doesn’t always equal happiness.
Over time, Hunter grew distant. When I followed him, I saw him with Alison—his first love.
They didn’t cross any lines, but his eyes told me everything. He still loved her. And I understood.
I found Alison before she left town and asked her to stay—to give him closure. They talked.
They kissed. And I sat outside in the car, next to Kieran—my witty, loyal coworker.
He handed me coffee, no questions asked. I told him how tired I was of settling.
He simply said, “Maybe peace isn’t what you need. Maybe it’s time for something real.”
As Hunter found his way back to love, I realized something, too. My story wasn’t over. Maybe it was my turn now.
