Chapter 13

I gave Daniel one condition.

“If we try again, things will never be the way they were.”

He nodded.

“I don’t want them to be.”

“You will work.”

“I will.”

“You will never expect me to carry your life for you again.”

“I won’t.”

“And if you ever cheat again, I will leave.”

He looked directly into my eyes.

“You should.”

I took a deep breath.

Then I asked,

“Are you sure?”

He smiled sadly.

“I’ve spent ten years running from consequences.”

He took my hand.

“I don’t want to run anymore.”

I didn’t promise forever.

Not yet.

I only promised dinner.

It was a small beginning.

But sometimes a broken marriage doesn’t need a grand reunion.

It needs two people willing to sit at the same table and finally tell the truth.