Richard’s pov.
You want Sarah back, Richard, but it’s not going to be easy. This is what I keep telling myself.
I should be used to challenges—my life has been full of them—but Sarah? She’s different.
A different kind of challenge, one that leaves me feeling like I’m walking on eggshells around her.
But maybe that’s my punishment. After all, I did mess things up pretty royally the first time around.
It all started with coffee. Simple, harmless coffee. I don’t even drink the stuff, but there I was, meeting Sarah every week, pretending to care about things like her preferred roast or how many sugars she liked.
“Black, no sugar, right?” I asked one morning, sliding her cup across the table like I had memorized the most crucial detail of our entire history.
She gave me a look, the kind
