My life was nearly perfect.
21. Grad student. Loving and supportive family. Best friends a girl could ask for. Protégé to the most sought after professor in my field. Perfect, I tell ya.
Then in just one week, everything changed. Now… 30. Single parent. Living in a new city hours away from home. Best friend in tow. Rejoining academia after ghosting my dreams nearly a decade prior.
Nothing to see here, folks. Don’t mind me. But then he sees me. And he wants me. There’s no way I’m traveling that road, again. But, did I really even travel it the first time?
Trauma/Trigger Warning: Loss/death of a sibling
