Kassie stared at her phone, thumb hovering over the delete button for the dating app she’d downloaded three months ago with such optimism. Seven matches, four actual conversations, two coffee dates, and one dinner that had ended with her making an excuse about an early morning meeting just to escape.
Not one spark. Not one moment where she’d felt that flutter of possibility, that magnetic pull that made her want to know everything about someone. Just polite small talk and forced smiles and the growing certainty that whatever capacity she’d once had for romantic connection had died with her relationship with Daniel.
She deleted the app.
“Mama, are you sad?” Emma’s voice came from the doorway of the kitchen, where she stood in her pajamas, hair still messy from sleep.
Kassie quickly set
