As I put my phone away, I noticed Tom watching me with a mix of concern and curiosity.
"You okay?" he asked.
I nodded, snuggling closer to him. "Yeah, I am. I think this conversation with Sam is necessary. To really close that chapter and move forward. With you."
Tom pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I'm proud of you, you know that? You're handling this with so much grace and maturity."
His words warmed my heart. "Well, I have a pretty great support system," I said, smiling up at him.
The next day, as I approached the coffee shop to meet Sam, I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach. Tom had offered to wait nearby, just in case, but I had assured him I would be fine.
I spotted Sam at a corner table, looking considerably more put-together than he had during his surprise visit to my apartm
