Slowly, Jacob and I found ourselves slipping back into our old life. A life before Paris even happened. That night on the balcony was the last time Jacob and I ever mentioned my miscarriage or Paris in detail. It finally felt like a chapter in life had closed.
After some tears had been shed and some truths were spilled, something in our relationship shifted. With time, I found myself and Jacob talking more. Sometimes we conversed about little mundane things and other times we would share our worries.
Our dynamic had changed. From having a prisoner-jailer relationship, Jacob and I found ourselves being cordial to one another. There was no more screaming or yelling and when we did fight, we would take time out to discuss it.
Jacob Price and I had become friends.
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