y neck grew warm. A voice echoed in my m

to the beginning, but fate has a stubborn weave. You' ve landed

was calm

Unless they are undone, the end will re

ket, my knuckles w

d them over and over in her diar

proved of him, a struggling musician from a modest family. They had pushed

p to Juilliard. But her parents made her turn it down to get a business degree, to one day help run the fam

car crash. He survived but was left with a permanent limp and nerve damage in his hand that ended his music career. The diary entry f

ng in her. She became even more

mach. It wasn't just a possibility; it was a cer

taken. The name on the ce

fficiant, a kind-looking man in his sixties, wa

oked up,

ocket. "It' s not... quite ready," I said, forcing

tiently. "No problem.

rah was staring at me, her expression a mi

that about?

typo,"

sound of her enduring me. She picked up her phone ag

stairs. People were celebrating our union, a union that had led to nothing but misery. I thought about the next ten ye

n, a su

onight," Sarah said, not lo

g to find some common ground. I had asked her if she wanted to go watch it with

" I said

she asked, her voice barely a wh

d, I saw a flicker of something that wasn't hate. It wa

o do. My happiness didn

ppiness wa