EPILOGUE.
ANDERA.
TEN YEARS LATER.
It all started with our divorce.
Lies. Betrayals. Regrets. Revenge.
And somehow—redemption.
It led us here.
Ten years later, to where we’re supposed to be. Together.
Timmy and I are curled under a wide umbrella, tucked into two folding chairs with a cooler between us. The shade casts long shadows across...