The first is what I almost had.

The second is what I was lucky enough to find, on the far side of a door I thought was slamming in my face.

Chapter 12 — Gemma’s Call

About a month later, my phone rang with a number I did not have saved anymore.

It was Gemma.

“I really need you to understand that neither of us ever meant to hurt you,” she said, nervous, rushing the words.

“Gemma,” I said, “you sat on my couch and helped me plan my wedding while you were sleeping with my fiance.”