“Is there any possibility that you and I could try again?”

I had known the question might come.

A part of me had expected it from the moment he saw the triplets at the resort.

I looked at the man who had once occupied my entire idea of the future.

He seemed older now.

He listened more carefully, and he no longer interrupted every silence with a solution.

Those changes mattered.

They did not return the woman I had been before the porch.