I wish I could say that I was back in Nick’s house and in his life after twenty-four hours. I wish I could say we were back in each other’s arms within a week and that he proposed to me a month after.
I wish I didn’t leave, and my life would have been a complete bliss. Nick would have taken care of me and we would have lived a simple but happy life. That would have been how I wanted my story with Nick to end.
But life wasn’t always that simple, and it certainly was never easy. And just when you thought you got it all figured out, life throws you out of balance again.
Two months. Twenty-eight days. Fourteen hours. Twenty-five minutes.
That was how long it had been since I left Nick’s house. That was how long since I last saw him, since I last had a conversation with him.
He calls. Ev
