Fiction.
The first night Claire left her husband, she slept on her sister’s floor.
Not because she had stopped loving him.
Because she finally realized that loving someone was not enough to make a broken marriage work.
For eight years, Claire and Daniel had built a quiet life together.
A house outside Raleigh.
Two dogs.
A mortgage.
And their five-year-old son, Noah.
From the outside, they looked fine.
But Claire knew something was wrong.
For years she had been telling Daniel, “I miss my husband.”
He always said they were just going through a difficult phase.
Then another woman entered the picture.
And everything changed....