◆◆◆ Chapter 5 ◆◆◆
I didn't call Dante for five days.
He didn't call me either, respecting the space I'd demanded. But on day six, Sage staged an intervention.
"You're self-sabotaging," she said, sitting on my couch with her arms crossed. "You found someone who makes you happy, and you're running away because you think you don't deserve it."
"That's not…"
"It is. You feel guilty for being alive when Marcus isn't. Guilty for wanting s*x when your marriage was sexless. Guilty for moving on. But Liv, Marcus wouldn't want you to be alone forever."
"You don't know that."
"Yes, I do. Because he loved you, and people who love us want us to be happy."
That night, I did something I should have done years ago. I redecorated the bedroom. Took down the wedding photos. Packed away Marcus's thing
