Ashley
I sat at the edge of my bed, phone in hand, staring at Zach's name on the screen. Four months had passed since the truth came out, four months of healing, reflection, and quiet longing.
My thumb hovered over his contact. We had been talking again, slowly rebuilding what we had lost to misunderstandings and unspoken words.
I closed my eyes, remembering how it all fell apart. The arguments that started as accusations grew into storms. The assumptions we made about each other's silences. The way we both retreated when we should have reached out.
But now we've started afresh with understanding and acknowledgement. Zach never left my side during these months. He kept my spirits up as I searched for a new job and looked after me with such care. He was still waiting for my answer, pat
