But perhaps the years ahead could still belong to me.
Six months later, my divorce was finalized on fair terms.
I didn’t return to the life I’d lived before.
Instead, I opened the interior design consultancy I’d dreamed of starting two decades earlier.
It was small.
Just a modest office and a handful of clients.
But it was mine.
Chloe helped paint the walls a soft blue.
We laughed when paint splashed onto her shoes.
And when we finished, she stood in the doorway and smiled.
“Mom, this is perfect.”
Miré alrededor de la habitación.
Por primera vez en años, no estaba arreglando algo en torno al horario o la carrera de Marcus.
Había tomado la decisión por mí mismo.
Peter y yo intercambiamos mensajes ocasionales.
Nada se apresuró.
Nada prometido.
A veces hablamos del pasado.
A veces hablamos de cosas ordinarias.
Estaba agradecida de conocerlo de nuevo.
