Forgetting Her Credit Card, Emily Returned Home… A Phrase Stopped Her Cold at the Door!

All Saturday, Emily Johnson was busy around the house. She did a thorough cleaning of the apartment, washed the windows, laundered, and ironed the curtains. She loved it when the house was spotless and smelled fresh. Then Emily cooked a hearty beef stew and decided to bake something for tea. She settled on a cherry pie.

James, her husband, loved her pies, especially cherry, and she enjoyed spoiling her beloved husband with delicious homemade baked goods. After mixing the dough and preparing the filling, Emily checked the pantry and realized she was out of powdered sugar. She could have managed without it, but James loved it when the pie was dusted with powdered sugar.

And she herself liked everything to be perfect. So, she decided to run to the store, especially since they were also low on butter and rice. «Where are you off to?» her husband asked, noticing Emily pulling on a sweater and jeans.

«Just popping to the store; we’re out of a few things. I’ll be back to bake your favorite cherry pie,» she said. «Alright,» James nodded, his eyes glued to the TV.

Emily walked over to James and kissed him on the cheek, saying, «I’ll be quick, don’t miss me too much.» She left the apartment and was halfway down the stairs when she remembered she’d made a donation to a charity that morning, requiring her to enter her credit card details. Emily checked her wallet.

The card wasn’t there. Of course, she’d left it on the table, forgetting to put it back in her wallet. She had no cash, so she’d have to go back home for the card.

Emily climbed the stairs to their eighth-floor apartment. Though they lived high up, she rarely used the elevator unless she was carrying heavy grocery bags, preferring the stairs for a healthy bit of exercise. So, she leisurely made her way up and quietly opened the unlocked door.

As she stepped inside, she immediately heard James talking on the phone. Emily slipped off her shoes and headed to the bedroom to grab her credit card when a phrase stopped her dead in the hallway, making her listen closely to her husband’s conversation. «You’ve got nothing to worry about, sweetheart,» James said, and Emily realized he was talking to another woman.

Her husband continued, oblivious. «Lila, why are you getting upset? I’ve told you before, I haven’t loved my wife in ages. I’m only with her out of habit.

You know, Emily’s like a suitcase without a handle—hard to carry, but a shame to throw away. Tomorrow, she’s going to her parents’ all day, so we can meet up.

I’ll book a hotel room, order lunch, and your favorite champagne.» James paused, likely listening to Lila. Emily stood frozen, feeling a chill spread through her.

A suitcase without a handle. Was he really talking about her? Her beloved husband James, with whom she’d shared nearly fifteen years, the man she’d been a loyal and caring wife to, calling her a suitcase without a handle, too pitiful to discard. How could this be? It felt like a terrible, absurd nightmare.

«I love you so much, Lila,» she heard James say again. «We’ll be together, I promise. You know how much I want a real life, a child.

I’ve always dreamed of having kids. Emily can’t have them. Just give me a little more time, and I’ll tell her I love someone else.»

So that’s it! He wants a real family! A child! Emily thought, struggling to breathe as tears welled up. She couldn’t bear to hear any more of James’s sweet-talking with his mistress. Mustering her strength, she walked into the living room, where her husband lounged on the couch, phone in hand. Seeing her, he froze mid-sentence, then jumped up, saying, «I’ll call you back, Mr. Thompson,» and tossed the phone onto the couch.

«Emily, you’re back so soon?» he asked, trying to sound casual, though he was clearly flustered. «Forgot something?»

«So, I’m a suitcase without a handle to you?» Emily asked, staring into his eyes. «Hard to carry, but a shame to throw away?»

«What nonsense is that?» James forced a smile.

«What suitcase? You must’ve misheard. I was talking to my boss, Mr. Thompson. Couldn’t come up with a better excuse?»

Emily felt so disgusted she wanted to disappear. Her James, the strong, imposing man she loved and respected, was blatantly lying to her, spewing nonsense. «What’s that supposed to mean?» he asked, looking pathetic and foolish.

«I didn’t know your boss had a sex change and now everyone calls him Lila,» Emily replied. Realizing she’d overheard much of his conversation with his mistress and that he couldn’t convince her he was talking to his boss, James sank back onto the couch and, with a guilty glance at Emily, said, «You went to the store.

I thought you weren’t home. I see there’s no point denying it. Yes, I have another woman.»

«How long?» «Almost a year.» «I see. And when were you planning to tell me? Or were you not going to? You want a real family, kids.

And I’m just a suitcase without a handle.» Emily clenched her fists to keep from breaking down in front of him. «No, not now.

I’ll let myself cry later, when I’m alone. I already feel humiliated enough.

No need to sob in front of James.» «Why do you keep going on about the suitcase thing?» James snapped, slightly irritated. «I said it thoughtlessly.

I’m sorry. We’ve lived well together for so many years. Weren’t we happy?

I loved you. But I met Lila and fell head over heels, like a teenager. I couldn’t leave you because…» James faltered, unsure how to finish.

Emily finished for him. «Because you pitied me.» «Yes, I felt guilty,» he admitted.

«I’m the one who pushed for the abortion. I convinced you we were too young for kids.

That we needed to get on our feet first. I didn’t expect it would end so badly, that you’d never be able to have children. And I…» «Get out!» Emily interrupted.

She felt on the verge of tears. She couldn’t listen to James anymore, his words reopening a wound she thought had healed.

Now it throbbed unbearably. Emily wanted to be alone. She repeated, more firmly.

«Get out! Please, just go!» «Where am I supposed to go?» her unfaithful husband asked. «This is our apartment. I don’t care.

Go to your Lila or wherever. Just give me some space.

Please.» «Alright,» James said after a brief pause. «I’ll grab a few things and stay at a hotel for now.

Tomorrow, maybe I’ll rent an apartment. We’ll talk later, when you’ve calmed down and are ready to discuss what’s next.»

«I’ve already decided,» Emily replied, retreating to the kitchen and shutting the door tightly. She wanted to wait until James packed and left. Her gaze fell on the table, where a large bowl of dough sat next to a deep dish of juicy cherries.

To think, just half an hour ago, she was so calm and happy! Preparing to bake a pie for her beloved husband, oblivious to everything. How quickly things can change! Feeling tears stream down her cheeks, unable to hold them back any longer, Emily threw the dough into the trash, sat at the table, covered her face with her hands, and sobbed. Ten minutes later, she heard the door slam.

James was gone. «Well, that’s it,» Emily said to herself. She was utterly bewildered.

She couldn’t believe this had happened to her. She’d heard countless stories of infidelity and betrayal, always sympathizing with those affected, convinced it could never happen to her. James seemed as solid as a rock, loving, sincere, a real man.

And if he ever cheated, she’d surely sense it, knowing him so well. After all those years, they’d become one. Or so she thought, and now she couldn’t fathom how she’d been so wrong.

For nearly a year, her husband had been building a relationship on the side, and she hadn’t suspected a thing. He was still attentive, still kissed her before leaving for work, and rarely stayed late, always hurrying home. When did he even find time to meet this Lila? During work hours? Emily didn’t understand.

True, on Sundays, she often visited her parents, who lived on the other side of town, sometimes staying overnight until Monday and going straight to work from there. In the past year, her father had been ill, and she wanted to help her mom, who was exhausted from caring for him. And she couldn’t stop praising her husband, who supported her and never complained about her being gone every Sunday.

James said parents were sacred, and Emily was wonderful for helping her mom. She felt guilty leaving him alone when she stayed over, but he reassured her it was fine, that he was a grown man who could take care of himself, and her parents needed her help. Now it was clear her weekly absences were convenient for him.

He used that time to meet his mistress and was glad for the circumstances. Emily married James when she was very young, just nineteen. James was five years older.

She was a student at a teaching college, while he’d already graduated with an economics degree and worked at his father’s company. Young, charming, promising. Emily fell head over heels and, of course, said «yes» when James proposed.

Her parents tried to dissuade her from marrying so young, wanting her to finish her education first. But did a lovesick girl listen? She was so smitten she couldn’t imagine life without her James. A few months after the wedding, Emily realized she was pregnant.

She immediately shared the news with her beloved husband. But James wasn’t thrilled. He thought it over and said to his young wife.

«Em, how can we have kids now? My career’s taking off. You see how much I work. And you need to finish college.

Who’s going to help with a baby? Your parents and mine both work; they can’t babysit. You’d have to manage alone and put your studies on hold. Let’s wait at least three years.

Okay? This summer, we’ll go on a beach vacation somewhere. We’re still so young. I don’t want to dive into diapers and baby illnesses just yet.

We’ll have time. I want kids, but later.» James spoke so gently and persuasively.

Emily was so in love that his reasoning seemed sound. She herself wasn’t entirely ready for motherhood. She wanted to graduate, travel.

Her husband was right. They were so young. Why rush into kids? And Emily made a decision she’d later deeply regret, likely for the rest of her life.

It was a nightmare. That night, after the abortion, Emily felt terribly ill. An ambulance rushed her to the hospital with severe bleeding.

They barely saved her, but when she came to after surgery, the doctor told her she’d never be able to have children. She could still see the face of that elderly doctor, looking at her with pity and judgment, his words etched in her memory forever. What are you girls doing to yourselves? You could’ve had a healthy baby, and instead, you ended it and nearly died yourself.

And now, sweetheart, it’s over, and nothing can fix it. Oh, I feel so sorry for you, so young. You probably didn’t realize what a monstrous mistake you made.

Still groggy from anesthesia, Emily couldn’t believe what the doctor said. How could she never bear a child? Modern medicine worked miracles, but not in her case.

There could be no miracle. Instead, there were months of depression. An unwillingness to accept what happened and move on.

James also deeply regretted pushing for the abortion. He blamed himself and assured Emily it wouldn’t change his feelings for her. He loved her and would always be by her side.

He brought home a kitten to distract her from her sorrow. That summer, they went on a beach vacation. The change of scenery and new experiences helped Emily cope with her depression.

She didn’t blame James for what happened. She blamed herself. After all, the final decision was hers.

Emily came to terms with never having her own children and realized she had to live on. In nearly fifteen years of marriage, she and her husband never spoke of it again.

They lived for each other. They lived harmoniously, comfortably. James’s career flourished.

He earned well. After graduating, Emily started working as an elementary school teacher.

Teaching children she genuinely loved somewhat compensated for not having her own. Over time, the young woman even began to feel truly happy. A cozy home, a loving husband, and fulfilling work she chose with her heart.

 

Wasn’t that enough for happiness? Only occasionally, maybe twice a year, did Emily have a troubling dream. She heard a child crying and tried to find it but couldn’t. Each time, waking in the middle of the night, Emily thought she was hearing her unborn child’s cries.

It unsettled her. But then morning came, and, immersed in daily routines, she forgot the dream. She thought it would always be like this.

A cozy home, a reliable husband, beloved work. But it turned out to be an illusion. An illusion of a happy family life.

Today, Emily learned the truth about her situation. Her husband had another woman with whom he was ready to start a family and have a child. Because, apparently, he desperately wanted children and a real family.

And he stayed with Emily out of pity, feeling guilty for what happened early in their marriage. That offensive phrase, «suitcase without a handle,» echoed in Emily’s mind, making her feel not just betrayed by the man she loved with all her heart but humiliated, crushed, worthless. How was she supposed to live with this now? Her sad thoughts were interrupted by a phone call.

«Honey, are you coming to us tomorrow?» her mom asked. «Of course, Mom,» Emily replied, knowing that no matter how awful she felt, she’d pull herself together and visit her parents because they needed her help. «Emily, I’m actually calling to say you don’t need to come.

Why? What’s wrong?» the young woman asked, alarmed. «Nothing’s wrong. Your dad’s feeling okay and even helped me around the house.

So, I thought there’s no need for you to come tomorrow. Stay home with your husband, maybe go out somewhere or just spend time together. You spend Saturdays on chores and Sundays with us.

That’s not right. James probably isn’t thrilled, even if he doesn’t say so.» «I’m really not needed tomorrow?

No, honey, take a break. You sound down. Tired or something happened?» «I’m fine, Mom.

Just a bit tired,» Emily replied. Of course, she couldn’t hide what happened from her parents forever.

After what she learned, there was no future for her and James. But she’d tell her mom another time. Not today.

Today, she didn’t want to ruin her parents’ mood. They’d had a tough time lately. And she didn’t feel like talking to anyone.

Emily felt exhausted and decided to lie down. Maybe she’d fall asleep and, for a while, forget the horrors of this day. Again, she had that troubling dream.

A child’s cries tore at her soul. In the dream, she knew it was her child, needing her help.

Emily followed the cries, but couldn’t find the child. She grew terrified.

She woke in a cold sweat. Glancing at the clock, it was two in the morning.

Dawn was far off, and sleep was gone. The painful events of Saturday flooded back. James’s infidelity, his lies, his cruel words.

Suitcase without a handle. Emily got up and went to the kitchen. Her throat was dry.

She couldn’t fall back asleep. She tossed and turned, but sleep wouldn’t come.

Emily was glad tomorrow was Sunday, and she didn’t have to go to work. She’d have time to calm down and pull herself together. Right now, she looked terrible.

Swollen eyelids and red eyes from crying. Her students and colleagues shouldn’t see her like this. No matter how bad she felt, she’d have to pull herself together and show up to work on Monday looking fresh and put-together.

But where would she find the strength when she felt so awful she didn’t want to do anything? For the first time, Emily regretted working at a school. She couldn’t take time off in the middle of the term.

Teachers were in short supply. Some colleagues were handling two classes. There was no one to replace her.

Taking leave mid-school year wasn’t an option. And her students weren’t to blame. They shouldn’t suffer because of her family troubles.

Besides, work was all she had left. Her family was gone. Divorce from James was a done deal.

Even if he begged for forgiveness and wanted to come back, she wouldn’t take him. How could you live with such betrayal? It was impossible. And James had no plans to return.

She’d understood that clearly from his phone call with his mistress, Lila. What was she like? Probably young and beautiful? James always liked striking, glamorous women. Emily was like that when they met.

Once she started teaching, she wore less makeup and dressed more conservatively. She bought modest suits and pulled her luxurious chestnut hair into a ponytail or updo. That’s how she thought a teacher should look.

Emily fell asleep at dawn and slept until nearly ten. She woke with a heavy head but noticed her heart didn’t ache as much as yesterday. It seemed she was starting to come to terms with her husband’s betrayal and the fact she’d have to live without him.

She washed her face and decided to make coffee. She needed a pick-me-up. She wasn’t hungry yet.

As she turned on the coffee maker, her phone rang. It was her mother-in-law. Emily didn’t want to talk to her but answered anyway.

«Hello, Emily,» Susan Miller said warmly. «I can’t reach James. Is he busy? Can you put him on?»

«James isn’t home,» Emily replied. So, his mom didn’t know yet. «Where is he?» Susan asked, surprised.

«It’s Sunday.» Emily didn’t know what to say to Susan. «Might as well tell the truth.

She’ll find out eventually. James didn’t spend the night here.» «What do you mean? Where is he? Emily, you’re scaring me.»

Susan, yesterday I found out James has another woman. I asked him to leave because I couldn’t stand being under the same roof. He said he’d stay at a hotel and then rent an apartment.

«James has another woman?» Susan gasped. «That can’t be.» «Why not? He’s been seeing her for almost a year.

It’s hard to believe. I didn’t expect this from my son. But maybe it’s not serious? Maybe you shouldn’t rush to judgment, Emily?

You’ve been together almost fifteen years.» Susan, I can’t live with your son after this. And he said he wants a real family, kids.

And you know why I can’t have them. I won’t hold him back or beg him to stay.

He’s already made his choice, and it’s not me.» «I see.»

«Bad news,» Susan sighed. «I’m so sorry, Emily, that this happened. I don’t want to touch a sore subject, but maybe the reason is you not having kids.»

«Probably, Susan, but I don’t want to talk about it.» «Of course, Emily, I understand. You know I care about you.

I’m disappointed in my son. I’ve been calling him all morning, and he’s unreachable.» «Maybe his phone died,» Emily suggested.

«He left his charger here.» «Probably.» «Why go to a hotel? He could’ve stayed with us.

He could live with us for now.» «Ugh, this is all so unpleasant.» «Alright, Emily, don’t let it get you down too much.

And know you can always count on me.» «Thank you, Susan.» After talking to her mother-in-law, Emily poured herself coffee and opened her laptop.

She decided to look for some engaging lesson materials and prepare for a class meeting, hoping it would distract her from her sad thoughts. She hadn’t gotten far when the front door slammed. Emily flinched, realizing it was James.

«Hey,» he said, walking into the living room where Emily sat. «Hey,» she replied, not looking up from her laptop. «Sorry for coming by.

I forgot my charger yesterday, and my phone’s dead. I also need some work documents and clothes.

I didn’t grab much yesterday in my rush. I’ll try to rent an apartment today. I know we shouldn’t be under the same roof.

Your mom called. She was looking for you. I told her everything.

Sorry, but she’d have found out anyway. Mom’s probably in shock. She’s surprised, sure, but she must be thrilled about this.

Why? What’s not to get? Your Lila will give you kids, and you’ll have a real family, unlike with me. I was so naive, thinking we’d live for each other and be happy. I should’ve known you’d eventually want kids.

Your mom must want grandkids. Of course, she’s thrilled.» Talking to her husband, Emily tried not to look at him. It was hard to see him, and she wanted him to leave quickly.

But James wasn’t in a hurry. He sat at the table across from her and said, «Emily, don’t say that.

We had a good family too. And my mom never spoke ill of you. She likes you.

She has grandkids. My brother has three kids. You know that.

The fact we don’t have kids is my fault. I’ve never denied it. And I really did fall in love with Lila.

It’s not about us not having kids. You know, I couldn’t sleep last night. I thought about us and decided I’m leaving you the apartment.

We won’t split it. I feel so guilty, and I don’t want you to think I’m a total jerk. So, the apartment and everything in it is yours.»

Really? Emily looked up at her husband. Why so generous? You bought this apartment. My salary could never afford such an expensive purchase.

It’s my decision. It’s only fair. I’ll rent an apartment for me and Lila for now, maybe take out a mortgage later.

So, don’t worry. We won’t divide the property. It’s all yours.

Should I thank you for such nobility now? Emily smirked. No, you don’t have to, James replied. I’m sorry, but I really fell in love.

I tried to fight my feelings at first, but I couldn’t. The heart wants what it wants. Alright, I’ll go pack.

When James left, Emily couldn’t focus on work anymore. She shut her laptop and decided to go for a walk. Suddenly, staying in the apartment, where everything reminded her of their shattered marriage, felt unbearable.

She couldn’t even feel glad that James was leaving her the apartment. How would she live here alone? Using all these things? Remembering how they bought them together. They loved shopping for the house together.

She worked so hard to make their apartment a cozy nest, and she succeeded. But now, it felt oppressive. The air felt heavy, the walls closing in.

Everything she loved and created with her own hands suddenly felt alien. Emily washed her face with cold water, applied light makeup to hide traces of her distress, dressed for the weather, and left the house. October was dry and warm this year, the trees still holding their colorful leaves.

The town’s flowerbeds bloomed with autumn flowers. For nearly three hours, Emily wandered the town, thinking about how to move forward. She wasn’t the first or last woman to face a husband’s betrayal.

But that didn’t make it easier. She thought about how her life could’ve been different if, fourteen years ago, she hadn’t made that terrible mistake of ending her pregnancy. Maybe she’d have had more children.

And now, after James’s betrayal and departure, she wouldn’t feel so lonely and broken. She understood well that children couldn’t keep a man from leaving. A man stays with a woman as long as he loves her, and James’s love had faded at some point.

That’s when Lila appeared in his life. Or maybe there were others? Emily wouldn’t be surprised anymore. She used to think James was faithful and reliable, but now… How strange that she didn’t notice, didn’t sense any change in his behavior.

They say the spouse is the last to know about infidelity. How much longer would she have lived in ignorance if she hadn’t forgotten her credit card, forcing her to return and overhear James’s conversation with his mistress? How much longer would he have deceived her, playing the good husband while building a relationship with Lila behind her back?

Emily was so lost in thought she didn’t notice the traffic light and started crossing the street on red. A white SUV screeched to a halt inches from her. Emily jumped back in horror as a man with an angry expression got out.

«Are you out of your mind, lady?» he nearly shouted. «Didn’t they teach you to use a crosswalk? Or are you tired of living?» «I’m so sorry,» Emily mumbled, frightened. «I was distracted and didn’t see it was red.

Sorry.» «You’re lucky traffic’s light here,» he said, calming down. «Sorry for yelling; I got scared too.

Are you okay? Did something happen? Do you need help?» «I’m fine, sorry. I just got lost in thought. Thank you.

I’ll be more careful,» Emily replied. «Please do. You put yourself and drivers at risk.

If I’d been going faster, it could’ve been bad.» «Yes, you’re right. Sorry again.»

Emily felt terribly guilty and couldn’t understand how this happened. She’d taught her students about road safety countless times, and now she’d done something so foolish, crossing on red.

How embarrassing. «You sure you’re okay?» the man asked again. «Sorry, but you look lost, and your eyes…

It looks like you’ve been crying.» «I’m fine,» Emily said. She wasn’t about to tell a stranger her husband betrayed her, and she felt awful.

«Maybe I can drive you home? I’m worried about you,» he insisted. «No, thank you. I’ll be okay,» Emily said firmly.

«I’m going now. Sorry again. Goodbye.»

«Goodbye,» the man replied, calling after her, «Take care.» Emily turned and smiled at him.

«Strange woman,» he shrugged, getting back in his car. Emily walked down the street, trembling slightly. She realized she’d narrowly escaped death under the wheels of a car.

 

It terrified her. «No, this can’t go on,» she told herself. «My husband’s betrayal isn’t the end of the world.

My life goes on. I’ll get used to living without him. I have people to live for.

My parents would be devastated if something happened to me. I have my job.

I’m needed by my students.» She recalled how her students lit up when she entered the classroom. The girls would run to hug her.

And the kind words she’d heard from students and parents on Teacher Appreciation Day, just a few days ago. The kids gave her handmade cards. Emily was deeply touched, reading their heartfelt congratulations and wishes from her third graders.

Those words held so much warmth and sincerity that she felt incredibly happy. Suddenly, Emily realized she was starving. She hadn’t eaten anything but a cup of coffee today.

She decided to stop at a café. It had been ages since she’d been to one; James didn’t like eating out, believing home-cooked food was tastier and healthier. He wasn’t stingy and didn’t mind spending money on her.

He genuinely preferred eating at home. Plus, Emily was an excellent cook. James always praised her food, saying she had a real talent.

She even packed him homemade lunches for work so he could eat well. What’s he eating now? she wondered but quickly dismissed the thought. It wasn’t her concern anymore.

Let Lila dance around the stove, making breakfast, lunch, and dessert. That’s how James liked to eat. Emily walked into the first café she saw and sat at a table.

A waiter promptly greeted her and handed her a menu. Emily ordered fish with vegetables and a seafood salad. James didn’t like seafood and always preferred meat.

So, she hadn’t cooked or eaten such dishes in ages. She also asked for a glass of orange juice. While waiting for her order, she decided to call her parents.

«Everything’s fine, Emily,» her mom said. «Your dad’s feeling okay today. We had lunch and are going for a walk.

It’s such a nice day. October’s been kind to us this year. You should go for a walk too.

I walked a lot today. The weather’s lovely.» «Were you with James?» her mom asked.

«No,» Emily replied, sighing. «Mom, no point hiding it. You’ll find out soon.

What happened, honey? James and I are splitting up.» «What?» «He has another woman.» There was silence on the line.

Nancy Wilson didn’t know what to say, processing the news. «Jerk!» she finally said. «Don’t tell your dad yet.

He can’t handle stress. We’ll tell him later.» «Yes, Dad will get upset.

How are you holding up?» «I’m okay, Mom. I’m managing, don’t worry. I have you, my job, my friends, though we don’t see each other often.

Everything will be fine.» «I’m glad you’re staying strong,» Nancy said. «If James did this, he doesn’t deserve you.

Don’t waste your tears on him. Life doesn’t end here.» «That’s what I think too.»

«Thank you, Mom. Make sure you and Dad go for that walk. He rarely leaves the house.»

Talking to her mom made Emily feel lighter. Her parents were her closest people, who’d never betray her and always love her. And she loved them dearly.

The waiter brought her order, and Emily ate with gusto; everything was delicious. «You again?» she heard as she paid and was about to leave.

«Amazing.» She looked up and saw the man who nearly hit her earlier. «Yes, it’s me,» she said, equally surprised.

«You look much better now. Got some color in your cheeks, not so lost anymore.» «Thank you,» Emily said, unsure if that was a compliment.

«You ate here?» «Yes, just leaving.» «Well, take care. I sometimes grab pastries here.

They make great donuts and muffins. My kids love them. So, I recommend it if you or your family like baked goods.»

«Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind. Though I usually bake myself,» Emily said, standing and putting on her jacket.

«Goodbye.» «Goodbye,» the man smiled, adding, «Though we already said goodbye today and met again.»

Emily smiled back and left the café. «He must be so happy,» she thought. «He has a family, kids.»

She shuddered, thinking what could’ve happened if he hadn’t stopped in time. She was at fault, crossing on red, but how awful it would’ve been for him, a seemingly kind man, if she’d died under his car.

Emily trembled again and hurried home, vowing to be more careful. The rest of the day, she couldn’t stop thinking about what happened.

It had been a while since she’d had such a weekend filled with bad events. On Saturday, she learned of James’s infidelity, and on Sunday, she nearly died crossing the street on red. What a streak of bad luck. But on the other hand, she had a guardian angel.

It saved her from an accident today. She kept thinking about the man who stopped in time. She regretted not asking his name during their second encounter. For some reason, she wanted to know more about him.

What was his wife like, his kids, what he did for a living? Emily didn’t understand why she was so curious. But she was glad to distract herself from thoughts of her husband’s betrayal.

She knew life went on despite everything. Time would pass, and the pain would fade. And surviving today was a sign.

She had to keep living. Something good awaited her. Emily so wanted to believe that.

Two weeks passed. Emily was increasingly accepting that she was now alone, that her husband had another woman. She noticed the burning jealousy and hurt were fading.

Her job, her students, and her colleagues kept her busy. One day, she spoke with the school principal, Rachel Harris, who was much older and treated Emily and other young teachers like a mother. She was a wonderful person, wise, and fair.

«Emily, I feel like something’s going on with you. Want to share? Or is it too personal?» Rachel asked, inviting Emily to her office. When alone, the principal always used first names and spoke informally.

«Is it that obvious?» Emily was surprised. She thought she hid her emotional state at work. But Rachel’s keen eye missed nothing.

«I noticed,» Rachel smiled. «Your eyes are sad, so sad. You used to light up when you came to work.

Now your gaze is different. What happened? Need help or advice?» «I’m divorcing my husband,» Emily said after a brief pause. «He has another woman.»

«I suspected as much,» Rachel said thoughtfully. «Is divorce final?» «Yes, I can’t forgive betrayal, and he’s long wanted to leave for her. He stayed with me out of pity.

You know my story, why I can’t have kids.» «Yes, you shared that. But you know divorce isn’t the end of life, right?» «I know.»

«I understand your feelings well. I went through a divorce too, for the same reason. We had two kids, but he left for another woman.

So, you can’t hold a man if he’s fallen out of love. Don’t blame yourself, Emily. It’s not your fault.

Your paths diverged. He wasn’t meant for you.

It happens in life.» «Thank you, Rachel, for your support. It’s getting easier.

At first, it was so hard I didn’t know how to go on.» «That’s normal, Emily. Betrayal is always painful.

Especially from someone you trust. It hurt me too. Work saved me then.

I felt responsible for my students. But two years after the divorce, I met a wonderful man, and we’ve been happily married for 27 years. He accepted my kids and raised them as his own.

My youngest calls him Dad. And the grandkids see him as their real grandpa. He loves them so much.

So, Emily, don’t see your divorce as a tragedy, the end of a happy life. It might be the start of a new path. I’m sure it will be.

You’re young, smart, interesting, and you’ll be happy again.» The talk with the principal uplifted Emily and gave her hope that happiness would find her. Rachel found her man after betrayal.

But Emily wasn’t ready to think about new relationships yet. She needed to close the chapter with James first. She hadn’t seen him in two weeks, but sometimes, coming home from work, she noticed signs he’d been in the apartment.

He clearly came for his things when she wasn’t home. She kept waiting for him to call about the divorce, but he didn’t. Then one evening, her mother-in-law called.

«Hello, Emily,» Susan said kindly. «Sorry to bother you. I just want to check on you, see if you’re okay.

You’ve become like a daughter to me over the years, and I’m worried about you and feel guilty for my son’s actions.» «I’m fine, Susan,» Emily replied politely. «Don’t worry, I’m working and trying to adjust to life without your son.

By the way, do you know why he hasn’t mentioned the divorce? Has he already filed?» «Not yet. He’s swamped with work.» «Emily, I’m calling about something else,» Susan said, pausing to gather her thoughts.

From her tone, Emily sensed an unpleasant conversation. «I’m listening, Susan.» «I don’t know how to say this without offending you.

Just say it,» Emily sighed. After James called me a suitcase without a handle, hard to carry and a shame to throw away, I doubt much can offend me now. «James said that?» Susan was shocked.

«Yes, not to my face, of course, but to Lila. I overheard. That’s how I found out he had another woman.»

«He’s wrong. You don’t speak that way about a woman you lived with for so long, who was a good wife. So, what did you want to say, Susan? Tell me, I need to grade papers and prepare for tomorrow’s lessons.»

«Yes, yes, Emily, sorry for distracting you. James told me he’s leaving you the apartment. Is that true?» «Yes, that’s his decision,» Emily replied, sensing where this was going.

«Don’t get me wrong. I’m not against it. I know James wronged you.

But he’s living with Lila in a rented studio. They’ll have kids eventually. Lila’s young and wants a child.»

Susan paused, choosing her words. «I’m happy for them. And what’s next? You think it’s unfair the apartment stays with me.

But James made that choice himself. I didn’t ask for anything.» «I know, I know.

But put yourself in James’s shoes,» Susan said quickly. «He’ll be stuck in rentals with a family, while you live alone in a big two-bedroom apartment.

It’s an expensive place in a good neighborhood. It’d be fair to sell it and split the money. I’ve talked to a realtor friend; you could get a great price.

With the nice renovations, good plumbing. You’d have enough for a one-bedroom, and James could add his savings for decent housing.» «I see,» Emily smirked.

«You could’ve started with that, Susan. Why say I’m like a daughter and you’re worried about me?» «I do care about you and worry. But James is my son.

You understand, I’m a mother and worry about him. He bought that apartment.

You always earned pennies at school. Now he’s left with nothing. That’s unfair.

You wouldn’t be left homeless. Please, don’t agree to what James says.

Sell the apartment and split the money. I’ll think about it, Susan,» Emily said coldly.

She wanted to end this unpleasant conversation. «Think about it, Emily. I’m begging you.

A one-bedroom is enough for you. James will have a family, kids.» Emily couldn’t listen anymore.

She said goodbye to her mother-in-law and hung up. She felt sick. Emily hated hypocrisy in people.

But why be surprised? It’d be odd if James’s mom was happy for her former daughter-in-law, keeping a fancy apartment with all the furniture and appliances. Maybe they had a good relationship before, when she and James were married. But now their paths had diverged, and naturally, a mother would side with her son.

From that perspective, Emily understood her, but not why she started with talk of caring and treating her like a daughter. Why the hypocrisy? After the call, Emily sat lost in thought, processing Susan’s words. She walked through the apartment and suddenly realized she wanted a fresh start and didn’t want to stay here.

Susan was right. Why did she need such a big place alone? She couldn’t afford it financially either. James always handled the utilities.

With his good salary, it was easy. How would she manage on her modest income now? Most of her paycheck would go to bills. She didn’t want to find a higher-paying job. Emily loved her school and students.

She chose this profession from the heart. The only downside was the low pay, but with James, she didn’t feel it. Now she’d have to rely on herself.

No, she didn’t want to live here. In a house where everything reminded her of life with James. Every corner, every item, reminded her of him, their time together, and his betrayal.

Emily realized she couldn’t be happy staying here. She didn’t need this grand gesture of generosity from her almost ex-husband. Let it be by law.

She was entitled to half the marital property. So be it. She’d buy a small apartment, furnish it to her taste, and try not to dwell on the past or regret anything.

With these thoughts, Emily picked up her phone and called James. «Hey,» he answered. «Didn’t expect you to call.

Something wrong?» «Yes. We’re not a family anymore. I want to know when we’ll file for divorce.

I want to end this as soon as possible. Why drag out the inevitable?» «Alright, I agree. Tomorrow we’ll go.

I think I can get off work in the afternoon. Can you?» «Yes, I’m free after two. And one more thing.

James, let’s sell our apartment and everything in it and split the money.» «Why’d you decide that?» James replied. «I said the apartment’s yours.

It’s only fair. You deserve some compensation for what I…» «I don’t need compensation,» Emily interrupted. «I don’t want to live here.

I can’t afford this place on my salary. And I realized I don’t want anything from you. I’ll buy a small apartment and new furniture.

I don’t want anything from our past life together.» «If you say so,» James said after a pause, his voice tinged with relieved joy. «Honestly, Mom and Lila have been on me to change my mind about leaving it all to you. But I wasn’t going to until you called. Your mom called me today too, asking for fairness.

And after talking to her, I realized I want to end things with you quickly and never cross paths with your family again. This apartment isn’t mine. I don’t want your relatives hating me or cursing me behind my back.

To part ways and forget each other—that’s all I want. I’m sorry, Emily. I know I hurt you.

Thank you for your decision about the apartment. You’re an amazing woman.

You’re incredible. No need for those words, James. Save them for your new wife.

Emily cut him off, cringing at his insincere compliments. I’m not doing this for you; I’m doing what’s best for me. Call me tomorrow when you’re free.

We’ll go file the papers. Talking to her husband, Emily felt she’d done the right thing. Now she just wanted to divorce quickly and move to new housing.

Emily and James divorced a month later, as they had no minor children or property disputes. Susan’s realtor friend quickly found a buyer for their shared apartment, selling it for even more than expected, including all furniture and appliances. A wealthy businessman bought it for his college-bound daughter, thrilled to avoid spending extra on furnishings.

Everything was in excellent condition, thanks to the former owner’s care. Emily wanted nothing from her old home except her personal belongings and laptop. James considered taking some appliances, but Lila scoffed, saying she wanted everything new.

She didn’t want used items from the apartment where her man lived with his ex-wife. The young woman, long his mistress, was over the moon about soon wearing a wedding ring and becoming his lawful wife. The ex and future wives crossed paths once before the sale.

Emily came to pick up her remaining things, certain she wouldn’t see her ex-husband. But he was there, with Lila, who suddenly wanted to see the apartment where her future husband lived with his ex. Emily walked into the living room as Lila was saying, «Your ex had no taste.

I’d do everything differently here.» Emily didn’t miss a beat. «You’ll get your chance in your own place. I was the homemaker here.» Lila froze, sizing Emily up with a disdainful look.

She wanted to say something to the woman she once saw as a rival but apparently couldn’t think of anything. «I didn’t know you’d be here, and not alone,» Emily said to James.

«Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come. I’ll grab my clothes from the closet and go. Got a lot left?» her ex-husband asked.

«Maybe I can give you a ride? It’s tough with heavy bags on the bus.» «A taxi’s waiting downstairs, and I don’t have much. I’ve taken almost everything,» Emily replied and left the living room. «Why’re you offering her a ride?» she heard Lila’s indignant voice.

«She’s nobody to you now.» «Don’t be jealous. It’s just basic courtesy,» James said, trying to calm her.

Lila said something else in a displeased tone, but Emily didn’t hear. She closed the bedroom door and packed her remaining things. Her mood soured slightly from the unexpected encounter with the woman who caused her marriage’s collapse.

There was a time when curiosity gnawed at her, wanting to see who James cheated with for a year. Then she lost interest, but fate arranged this meeting.

Lila didn’t impress Emily. Young, pretty, but nothing special. Fake eyelashes, heavy makeup, and plump lips likely from a cosmetic surgeon, not nature.

Plenty of women like Lila roamed city streets, looking like sisters. Emily felt a twinge of offense that James, a smart and interesting man, traded her for one of these artificial beauties. But she pushed those thoughts away, packed her things, and left without saying goodbye to her ex-husband.

Soon, there’d be no reason for them to meet, and she could do what she’d been thinking about—start fresh. Emily walked home from work, enjoying the crisp winter air. She loved winter. The New Year and her thirty-fourth birthday had passed. She spent the holidays with her parents in their apartment, quietly celebrating her birthday with her mom and dad, her closest people.

Emily had been living with her parents for over a month, searching for new housing. She wasn’t in a rush, knowing haste wasn’t needed. Her parents didn’t mind; they loved having their only daughter around and supported her fully. Emily wanted a place that suited her perfectly.

She had some personal savings, thanks to James covering utilities and household expenses during their marriage, allowing her to spend her modest salary as she pleased, help her parents, and save some. Now she planned to use those savings for furniture and appliances for her future apartment.

Rachel gave Emily the number of a good realtor, Sarah, with whom Emily quickly hit it off. Sarah was cheerful and outgoing, and they became friends.

One Saturday morning, Sarah called with good news. «I’ve got two great options. One’s close to your school.

Great layout, but it needs work. The price is reasonable, though. The other’s pricier and farther from work.

But it’s move-in ready, great renovations. It’s on the tenth floor, though. I know you wanted lower, but it’s worth a look. Can you today?» «Of course,» Emily said, excited.

«It’s my day off, so I’m free.» «Great. I’ll pick you up around noon.

Be ready.» They agreed, and Emily waited.

She viewed both apartments and said she’d think about it. They were nice but didn’t fully suit her. «Think it over,» Sarah agreed. «It’s your right.

If something’s off, better to pass. You’re not in a hurry.

I’m good at my parents’. Sometimes I feel like a little girl again, cared for by Mom.

In the morning, I head to work, and Mom’s made pancakes or waffles. I feel like a student, not a teacher. It’s great having loving parents.»

Sarah smiled, a hint of sadness in her voice and eyes. Emily didn’t pry. They weren’t close enough for that.

If Sarah wanted to share, she would. Emily wasn’t one to dig into someone’s soul. «I’m starving,» Sarah said as they got in the car after seeing the second apartment.

«I only had coffee and a cookie for breakfast. Can’t eat much in the morning. But by lunch, I’m ravenous.

There’s a nice café nearby. Good food, affordable. Join me?» «Sure.

I haven’t eaten lunch either.» Minutes later, Sarah parked near a small café. They sat and ordered.

The waiter said it’d take about twenty minutes. They decided to chat to pass the time. Sarah mentioned a distant cousin who recently divorced and was left with nothing.

«I don’t know how he managed it,» Sarah said, throwing up her hands. «No surprise, with his connections. But the apartment bought during marriage went to him, along with all their savings.

Now Kate lives with her parents in a two-bedroom, with her younger brother, his wife, and their kid. She sleeps on a cot in the kitchen. Awful! She asked me to find her a cheap room to rent.

She can’t afford more. What creeps some guys are! They divorced because he met another woman. Kicked Kate out like trash.»

«Terrible,» Emily agreed, then added, «I guess I’m lucky. I’m with my parents too, but in a spare room, and I have money to buy an apartment.

Our shared apartment sold for a great price. Right, joint property should be split evenly in a divorce.

My ex-husband James wanted to leave me the whole apartment. I thought guys like that didn’t exist. But his mom was dead against it.

I decided I didn’t want anything from him. Why’d you divorce, if it’s not a secret?» «No secret. Same reason as your cousin.

He cheated for almost a year. I found out by overhearing a phone call. We decided to split.

He didn’t ask for forgiveness or to save the marriage?» «No, and I wouldn’t have agreed. He called me a suitcase without a handle to his mistress, hard to carry, a shame to throw away.» «What a jerk,» Sarah shook her head. «Hearing stories like this makes me glad I’m not married. Don’t even want to.»

«Yeah. I’m starting to think I’d have been better off single than going through this,» Emily said, thinking of her unborn child. If not for James, she wouldn’t have made that devastating mistake that ruined her health and life.

She used to blame herself most, but now, after the divorce, she was angry at James too. She thought they’d live a long life together, even without kids, and be happy. Instead, she was alone, childless, while James had a young wife who’d give him a child, and he’d find happiness and fatherhood. Emily wasn’t vengeful, but lately, she often thought how unfair life could be. The waiter brought their food, and they started eating.

Suddenly, Emily heard familiar voices. Turning, she saw two women sitting at a nearby table—Susan, her former mother-in-law, and Angela, James’s younger sister. Emily turned away, hoping they wouldn’t recognize her from behind.

But it was too late. Susan was already standing by their table. «Hello, Emily,» she smiled broadly.

«Didn’t expect to see you here. Angela and I were shopping. A new mall opened nearby, and we stopped to eat.

You look great, Emily. Everything okay? Bought an apartment?» Emily wanted nothing less than to talk to her ex-mother-in-law and answer her questions.

But, being polite, she replied, «I’m doing great, Susan. Still looking for an apartment.»

«You’ll find one. As long as you have the money.

James bought a nice two-bedroom. Good thing you listened to me, and you sold the apartment, splitting the money.

Though James bought that apartment, he was always the breadwinner. Oh well, the law’s the law.

Thank you, dear. By the way, we have good news. Lila’s expecting.

James is thrilled. Oh, sorry, Emily, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s probably upsetting.»

How Emily, polite and composed, wanted to throw her soup at Susan or dump juice on her head. Why? Why did this family keep haunting her? Why did she have to be in this café and run into James’s mother and sister? Why did life keep throwing these people at her? Sarah, witnessing the exchange, quickly realized who Susan was to Emily and saw how uncomfortable her friend was.

«Ma’am, have I seen you somewhere?» Sarah said, diverting Susan’s attention. «Me? Where?» Susan was surprised.

«Your face isn’t familiar.» «No, it was definitely you. I have a great memory for faces.

Last week at the clinic, you were booking an appointment. With a psychiatrist. You were complaining loudly about suspecting you had a split personality and manic depression.» «What? How dare you?» Susan shouted, her face turning red. «I wasn’t at any clinic, let alone a psychiatrist.

What nonsense are you spouting?» «Now I’m sure it was you,» Sarah said calmly. «You were yelling the same way in the clinic.» Susan rushed to her daughter’s table.

«We’re leaving. There’s some lunatic here talking nonsense about me. Guess Emily’s friends are as crazy as she is, how James lived with her.»

As Susan and Angela, hastily grabbing their coats, left the café, Sarah and Emily burst out laughing. «You’re something,» Emily said. «I didn’t expect that.

I couldn’t just sit there watching your ex-mother-in-law say nasty things with that smug smile. I wanted to put her in her place so she wouldn’t try that again. Sorry if I went too far.»

«No, I’m grateful. I wouldn’t have dared say anything sharp. You really got her.

Honestly, I haven’t laughed like that in ages. And you’re not entirely wrong about the split personality.

Why’s that? Because as soon as Susan learned James and I were divorcing, she showed her true colors. All those years, she seemed so nice.

Either she was good at pretending, or she didn’t want to ruin things while I was her son’s wife. Ugh, I feel like I’ll never escape this family,» Emily sighed. «I just want to forget James, Lila, and my ex-mother-in-law exist.

It’s not a small town, yet we crossed paths.» «The world’s small, as they say, but I bet next time Susan will pretend she doesn’t know you.» «I hope so.»

They finished lunch, and Sarah drove Emily home before heading to other client meetings. Emily spent the rest of the day smiling, recalling Susan’s offended exit. Winter passed, and Emily still hadn’t found a home.

Her father’s health worsened again, requiring expensive medications, and Emily used part of her savings, knowing her retired parents couldn’t afford them. She loved her dad and wanted him to recover.

Sometimes, she thought about delaying the apartment purchase. She was their only child, and they needed her help. Buying a place and moving would mean living between two homes, tough with her demanding, though beloved, job.

Maybe that’s why she rejected all of Sarah’s options. Some were perfectly suitable, but something always felt off. She felt bad for Sarah, who was trying hard to solve her housing issue.

«Maybe you just don’t want to live alone yet?» Sarah asked one day when Emily turned down another nice, affordable one-bedroom. «I don’t know,» Emily mused. «I’m good at my parents’, and they need my help.

Maybe you’re right. I’m scared of feeling lonely. I’ve never lived alone.

I went straight from my parents’ house to an apartment James rented when we married. Then we bought our place, living together, and it’s scary and unfamiliar to live alone.» «You could get a cat?» Sarah smiled.

«Then you wouldn’t be alone. Honestly, you don’t have to move into your apartment right away if you’re better off with your parents. You could buy one and rent it out, for instance.

I’d help with that. It’d be extra income, especially with your dad’s illness and medical costs. When you’re ready, you can move in.»

I hadn’t thought of that. I should consider it. Times are unstable, you know.

Prices are rising, everything’s getting expensive. I’m worried about a housing price spike, and you might not find anything decent. I’ve seen it in my work.

You can still buy something good with your budget now. Who knows what’ll happen later. Thanks, Sarah.

You’re probably right. I need to decide and buy something. My parents aren’t pushing me out, but having my own place is important.

Exactly. Sooner or later, you’ll want your cozy nest. Let’s do this.

I have a couple more good options. We can’t go today, but let’s look soon.» «Okay,» Emily agreed.

«Spring break starts next week, so I’ll have more time.» Back home, Emily told her mom about her talk with Sarah and her decision to pick a place soon and buy it. «But if you and Dad don’t mind, I’d like to stay with you for now.

I’ll rent out the apartment. Sarah will help find good tenants.» «Emily, how could we mind?» Nancy said.

«Your dad and I love having you. Stay as long as you want. You’re young.

You should be building your personal life.» «Oh, Mom,» Emily waved it off. «I’ve had enough of personal life.

James killed any desire to get involved with anyone again. I don’t even want to think about it.» «Don’t say that, sweetie.

If James wasn’t a decent man, that doesn’t mean all men are. Look at your dad and me. We love each other as much as we did forty years ago when we married.

Maybe more. True love grows over time, after the infatuation fades.

I’m sure you’ll meet a good man. Don’t give up on yourself. I’ve never asked, but I want to now. Can I? Of course, Mom. Did you and James ever think about adopting a child? I thought about it.

But when I brought it up with him, he flat-out refused. Said he’d accepted we wouldn’t have kids.

And he couldn’t love an adopted child. I never brought it up again. I comforted myself with my students.

I tried to give them all my unspent maternal love. And they love me back.

I know it’s different. A different kind of love. But it’s something.

Emily.» Nancy hugged her daughter. «I love you so much and want you to be happy.» «I am happy, Mom.

I have you and Dad and my job. Isn’t that enough for happiness?» «Oh, sweetie, you can fool me, but not yourself. Don’t you think I see your sad eyes?» Nancy stroked her daughter’s hair, thinking her maternal instincts hadn’t failed when Emily met James and rushed to marry him.

That cocky, handsome man didn’t sit right with her. Something about him gave her a bad feeling. She tried to convince Emily not to rush, so young.

Why the hurry? Finish school first, but her lovesick daughter wouldn’t listen. And her bad feeling proved right. He didn’t bring happiness to her daughter.

Because of him, she lost her chance to have children. And he left her for another after over fourteen years. Nancy also recalled an unpleasant incident with Susan.

When Emily barely survived the botched abortion and learned she’d never have kids, Susan came to Nancy for a serious talk, as she called it. «Nancy, I don’t think my son has a future with your daughter. We need to make sure they split up.»

«What do you mean no future? They’re married,» Nancy was shocked. «Why break them up? Why didn’t you say this before the wedding? Nancy, you know why. Your daughter chose to end her pregnancy and now will always be childless.

Why does my son need that burden? That suitcase without a handle.» «What are you saying, Susan?» Emily’s mom was outraged. «It was their joint decision.

Your son insisted on waiting for kids. You yourself told them to live a few years without children so James could focus on his career. Don’t call my daughter a burden.» «Don’t pin this on my son,» Susan snapped.

«The decision is always the woman’s.» «Did James drag her to the abortion?» «No, he just gave his opinion.» «But it happened, and now your daughter can’t give me grandkids or her husband children.

Why does James need such a wife? Why are you telling me this? Talk to your son.» «I did.» «But he won’t listen.»

«He says he loves Emily and will stay with her no matter what.» «Feels guilty.»

«Why come to me? Should I talk to your son?» «No. I want you to convince Emily to leave James. They won’t be happy, trust me.

James will soon tire of such a wife, and Emily won’t be happy with him.» «I didn’t expect this from you, Susan,» Nancy couldn’t believe her ears. «Where’s all this venom and cynicism?» At the wedding, she hugged Emily, saying she was thrilled to have another daughter.

And now she said such awful things, knowing she was hitting a mother’s most painful spot, who nearly lost her only child. Nancy wanted to end the conversation and show Susan the door.

So she said, «No, Susan, I won’t meddle in our kids’ lives. It’s their life, their family, and it’s not for us to decide what’s best. Stay out of it.»

Susan said something biting and left, slamming the door. Nancy broke down in tears. She felt so sorry for her daughter, who faced such a trial.

If only Nancy had known Emily was pregnant and planning to end it, she’d have done everything to stop it. But her daughter didn’t share, and Nancy learned too late. Since that day, relations between the mothers-in-law grew chilly, to say the least.

They still met when the kids invited them for birthdays or holidays. Susan acted as if that conversation never happened, smiling at Nancy, complimenting her, praising Emily’s cooking and tidy home.

Saying her son was lucky with his wife. Nancy had to endure this duplicity and keep up polite conversation. She never considered telling Emily about that talk.

And now, with the marriage over, she wouldn’t. Why cause her daughter more pain? Emily woke in a cold sweat and sat up in bed. She hadn’t had that dream in a while.

And now she dreamt again of walking alone down an empty street, hearing a child’s cries. She knew it was her child, needing her. She quickened her pace, almost running, as the cries grew louder.

Emily tried to find her child. She felt it was in danger but couldn’t locate it. She grew terrified.

She jolted awake. Why did this dream haunt her? What did it mean? Was it her unborn child crying? Was this nightmare her punishment for what she did? Could she atone to escape this terrifying dream? How she wished for answers to these tormenting questions. As usual, after this disturbing dream, Emily only fell back asleep near morning. The new day, filled with routine worries, seemed to erase the nightmare.

And Emily didn’t think of the dream again. Ethan drove from the cemetery, his heart heavy. Today marked three years since his beloved wife, Danielle, passed away.

That fateful spring day, Danielle was returning from her prenatal checkup, four months pregnant. They were joyfully awaiting their third child. Why did he listen to her and let her go to the clinic alone? He wanted to take time off work to drive her and wait.

But Danielle said not to worry. She felt fine and would take the bus. Just three stops.

Ethan didn’t need to miss work to escort her. If only he’d known! Danielle was at the bus stop when a drunk driver in an SUV plowed into it at high speed. You couldn’t call someone who got behind the wheel in that state and endangered others anything but a monster.

They couldn’t save Danielle. She and their baby died. Ethan recalled that day and the funeral in a haze.

He still didn’t understand how he survived such grief. He wanted to follow Danielle, but he had two young children who needed him. That kept the grieving man grounded, saving him from a reckless step or losing his mind.

Ethan had to pull himself together, muster all his strength, and live on. For his kids, for Danielle’s memory. The man who took his pregnant wife’s life got twelve years in prison.

At the trial, he cried and repented. But Ethan didn’t believe his tears or remorse. He hated the scoundrel, not understanding why he’d live, even behind bars.

While his beloved wife, a kind and radiant woman, would never hug her children again. Since that horrific day, Ethan’s life split into before and after. He kept living, working, caring for his kids, but the pain of loss was always there.

He thought he’d never love again. Part of his soul died with Danielle that day. Today, Ethan visited her grave, laid her favorite flowers, talked to her, shared his kids’ successes, and told her how much he missed and loved her.

And for some reason, he recalled nearly hitting a woman who ran into the street on red last fall. How did I stop in time? Just inches away, it’s terrifying to think. A miracle I stopped.

Danielle, my love, maybe you helped me then, saved me and that strange woman from disaster. During spring break, Emily took a few days off to focus on buying an apartment. She chose the option she liked best from Sarah’s suggestions.

It was a cozy one-bedroom with good renovations on the third floor of a five-story building. The previous owner, Irene, was moving to another city to join her husband and sold it urgently, so the price was attractive. Plus, most furniture and appliances stayed.

Everything was in great condition, and Emily was thrilled. She could change things later if she wanted. For now, she liked it all, and Irene, a pleasant, friendly woman in her forties, impressed her too.

«I hope you’ll be happy here,» Irene said with a smile on closing day. «This is a lucky apartment.»

«Why?» Emily asked, surprised. «Oh, it’s an interesting story. I’ll keep it short.

One day, a man rang my doorbell. I opened it, and it was a stranger. He was in town on business and decided to visit an old friend he hadn’t seen in years but got the address wrong.

His friend lived at the same house and apartment number, but on Marshall Street, while mine was on Marshall Avenue. In the end, that man became my husband, and I’m moving to him. I bought this apartment by chance; I’d picked another, but it fell through, and the realtor suggested this one.

I didn’t like it at first, too far, but when I walked in, I felt such warmth I knew I had to take it. Sometimes you need to listen to your heart.» «Wow!» Sarah exclaimed.

«That’s how people find their destiny! Amazing! I liked this apartment right away too,» Emily said, touched by Irene’s story. «It feels calm, good for the soul, and it’s not far from my parents, which is important.»

Now the owner of this apartment, Emily decided to move in. It was too cozy to rent out to strangers.

Her mom supported her. «It’s enough if you visit us on weekends.» «I’ll manage,» Nancy said.

Sarah helped Emily move her things by car. They celebrated the housewarming with pizza, and Emily slowly settled into her new place. One morning, leaving for work, she found a small gray creature by her door.

It was a kitten. Seeing her, it meowed pitifully. «Whose baby are you?» Emily asked, petting it.

It purred and rubbed against her legs. Thinking it was hungry, Emily went back inside, poured milk into a saucer, and brought it out. The kitten eagerly lapped it up.

Emily went to work. She had to stay late for an unscheduled staff meeting, then Rachel invited her to her office.

«Emily,» Rachel said, «Laura Smith will be at a training course starting Monday. Someone needs to take her second-grade class for two weeks. Can you do it?

I know your dad’s ill, and you’re helping your mom. But we’re short-staffed, as you know.» «Of course, Rachel, I’ll manage. Dad’s in the hospital under care. He’s stable, even improving, so I don’t need to visit often.»

«Thank you, Emily,» Rachel smiled. Entering her building and reaching her floor, Emily saw the morning visitor curled up on her doormat. «Still here?» she bent down. The kitten opened its eyes and meowed, as if answering.

«Another cat dumped here. Disgraceful,» Emily heard a gruff voice nearby. Turning, she saw an older man from the floor above.

«Hello,» she greeted. «Hey there,» he replied. «What’s going on? Third kitten this month.

People have nothing better to do than leave them in buildings.» «Poor thing,» Emily sighed.

«If you feel bad, take it in before it makes a mess. Someone might throw it out, and it won’t survive outside.» Emily’s heart ached for the defenseless creature.

Without much thought, she picked up the kitten and brought it inside. «Welcome,» she said, setting it down in the hall. «Look around.

You’ll live here now. I need to think of a name. And what’ll I feed you? I only have milk.

Guess I’ll go to the store.» Emily changed into comfy clothes and headed to a nearby pet store to buy food, a litter box, and litter. She felt joyful.

Now, coming home from work, this furry friend would greet her. She named him Charlie. Emily spent most of Saturday preparing lessons.

Starting Monday, she’d work double shifts, but it didn’t bother her. On the contrary, she was glad. Work was her best remedy for loneliness and sorrow.

Now, with Charlie, she didn’t feel loneliness as sharply. The playful, affectionate kitten brought new colors and positive emotions to her life. Emily understood why people with pets called them antidepressants.

She always loved animals, but with James, she couldn’t have them. He had an undiagnosed allergy to pet dander. After her botched abortion and depression, James, to comfort her, brought home a kitten.

Emily cheered up a bit. But the joy was short-lived. They had to rehome the kitten after James started sneezing, coughing, and getting red, watery eyes.

On Sunday, Sarah stopped by. She’d met a client near Emily’s place and called to ask if she could visit briefly. «Of course, Sarah,» Emily said, delighted. «I’m always happy to see you, you know.»

«I’ve got news to share,» Sarah said as Emily opened the door. «Tell me! Want some tea? I baked a cabbage pie this morning.

Imagine, it’s the first time since splitting with James I felt like baking.» «Really? That’s a good sign. You’re healing.»

«Was I sick?» «Worse. You were broken. Betrayal and deceit shatter a person.

They kill faith in goodness, justice, pure love. Knock the ground out from under you. A person lives as before, but they’re not the same.

Like a robot, on autopilot. Their soul is dead. But it can come back to life.

Not for everyone, and not on its own. Something has to happen.

A push. Something good needs to enter their life to make them believe and live again, not just exist.» «You’re a philosopher, Sarah.

You speak so beautifully. Okay, don’t get too deep. I’m really happy for you.

You look better than when we met. And you smile more.» «Oh, who’s this cutie?» Sarah saw the kitten pad into the kitchen on soft paws.

«Meet Charlie,» Emily said proudly. «My new friend.» «Hey, Charlie,» Sarah smiled, petting him.

«He’s adorable. How’d he come into your life? Someone offer him to you?» «No, he found me. I left the apartment one day, and he was at my door.»

«Taking in a kitten is a good deed. Very good. It means happiness is coming your way.»

«We’ll see,» Emily smiled. «So, what’s your news? You’ve got me curious.» «I think your apartment really is lucky. Remember the notary who handled our deal? Michael Brown? Of course I do.

It was recent. Why ask? Wait, are you in love? Your eyes are sparkling.» «I don’t know, Emily.»

Sarah smiled shyly. «It’s so sudden. Michael called recently, asked to meet up and go out somewhere.

And I agreed. And? He’s such an interesting person,» Sarah exclaimed. «We talked and couldn’t stop, then chatted on the phone till one in the morning.

We’re seeing each other tomorrow. I don’t understand what’s happening to me. Can you fall in love after one date?» «Why not? You can, as long as you don’t make a mistake.» «That’s what I’m afraid of.

And I don’t know what to do.» «What to do? Just be happy, Sarah, and don’t look too far ahead, which we can’t know anyway. But I feel Michael’s a good guy.»

On Tuesday, while covering the second-grade class, there was an incident. One student, Timmy Carter, got into a fight with a boy from another class. The other boy claimed Timmy started it.

Timmy didn’t deny or confirm it. He was also a poor student, though not unintelligent. He rarely answered in class, never raised his hand, was withdrawn, and barely interacted with classmates.

The vice-principal for student affairs told Emily to call Timmy’s parents. Emily contacted Laura, the teacher she was covering for, and asked her to invite one of Timmy’s parents. «Timmy’s a tough kid,» Laura sighed.

«There was a big tragedy in his family. His mom died.» «How awful! Poor kid!» «Yes, after her death, he shut down.

It happened three years ago. Timmy was in kindergarten then. His dad’s great. I’ll call him and ask him to come to school.

Why’d Timmy fight? He’s withdrawn but never aggressive. Sorry you’re stuck handling this while I’m away at training, Emily.»

Wednesday after school, Emily waited for Timmy’s dad, feeling nervous. She hated these situations, having to discuss a child’s behavior with parents. But it came with her job.

Kids are kids, and they don’t always behave as adults wish. This was a special case. She was meeting a single father for the first time, which made her extra anxious. Emily was grading papers when she heard, «Good evening, Ms. Emily.»

She turned toward the door and couldn’t believe her eyes. The man who nearly hit her on the crosswalk, whom she later saw in the café, walked in. He recognized her too, his expression changing. They stared at each other in stunned silence before he said, «Wow! What a coincidence! You’re my Timmy’s teacher? Temporarily? For two weeks?» Emily clarified.

«Doesn’t matter.» «Amazing! So I almost hit my son’s teacher that day.» «Seems so, Mr. Ethan?» she replied, feeling awkward.

«Quite a thing. But I’m glad to see you safe and sound. You seemed so sad, lost that day.

Something happened, didn’t it?» «It did, but it’s not important now. Everything’s fine. Shall we talk about your son?» «Of course, Ms. Emily, that’s why I’m here.»

During the talk with Timmy’s dad, Emily felt uneasy. She thought she was saying nonsense, unable to find the right words. And Ethan was looking at her skeptically, thinking what kind of teacher nearly gets herself killed crossing on red, endangering her life.

How can such a teacher be trusted with kids? But while she was mentally berating herself, Ethan was thinking something else. He looked at Emily, wondering why life kept bringing them together. After losing his wife, he swore off relationships, certain he’d never love again. Now, a fragile, attractive young woman sat before him.

And he felt something compelling about her. He suddenly wanted to know everything about her. Was she married? Did she have kids? What did she like? How did she live? He caught himself barely listening, lost in thought, unable to take his eyes off her.

The more he watched Emily and heard her voice, the more she reminded him of his late wife, Danielle. Not in appearance—different features, hair, eyes—but something in her face, her manner, made them similar.

Maybe her gaze, expressions, or voice. Ethan noticed it when he first saw her, on the road, then in the café.

But he didn’t dwell on it then. Now, he thought fate wasn’t bringing them together by chance.

But for what? He still wasn’t ready for a relationship. Ethan glanced at his watch and stood abruptly. «Ms. Emily, sorry, I need to pick up my daughter from daycare.

It’s almost seven.» «Of course, Mr. Ethan,» Emily nodded. I didn’t know Timmy had a younger sister!

«Yes, there’s Tanya,» Ethan said. «She’s probably waiting for me now.

She often stays late at daycare? Usually, all the kids in her group are picked up by six.» «I can’t always make it because of work. We don’t have grandparents to help.»

«Which daycare does your daughter go to?» Emily asked. «The one at 118 Maple Street.

It’s near my place. Nice facility.» «Yes, they built it last year.

Really modern, with a pool. Tanya loves it there.

The staff’s great too.» «So, it seems we’re headed the same way? Or are you staying to work more?» «No, I’m done. I’m working double shifts.

Charlie’s waiting for me at home.» «Charlie?» Ethan looked puzzled, wondering if it was a husband or son. The name seemed odd.

«Charlie the cat,» Emily smiled, explaining. «Like the cartoon character.

My kids watched that cartoon recently.» «Charlie’s my cat,» she clarified with a grin. «Got it.

We have a cat too, Max. The kids adore him.

So, shall we go since we’re headed the same way?» «Sure,» Emily agreed. «Go ahead, I’ll shut down the computer and lock the classroom.» «My Timmy used to be so different,» Ethan said as they left the school.

«He was six when Danielle passed. My wife died three years ago. A drunk driver crashed into the bus stop where she was waiting.

What a tragedy. I’m so sorry for you. Did that person face justice?» «Thank you, Ms. Emily.

Yes, there was a trial, and he got twelve years. But does that make it easier? Danielle’s gone.

I can’t understand how someone can drive drunk. Not only risking their own life but endangering others. Where’s the responsibility? Or do they think they’re invincible when drunk?» «I agree, alcohol’s a terrible evil.

So many crimes happen under its influence, so many families break apart. I’m so sorry, Mr. Ethan, that you went through such loss.» «Timmy changed a lot after losing his mom,» Ethan sighed.

«From a cheerful, chatty boy to quiet and always sad. Tanya was only two, so she doesn’t remember her mom, only knows her from photos. But for Timmy, it was a huge shock.

I took him to a child psychologist, but either the therapist wasn’t great, or our case was too tough. It didn’t help much. Timmy barely gets by in school. Doesn’t talk to classmates much.

The only thing he enjoys is drawing. I wanted to enroll him in art school, but he refuses. At home, he spends all day sketching in notebooks.

With paints, pencils.» «I saw Timmy’s drawings. We had an art lesson yesterday.

Your son definitely has talent. It’d be great to nurture it.» «I think so too.

If he doesn’t want art school, maybe find a private teacher? Someone to teach him techniques, skills. I never could draw, so I don’t know much about it. Know any art teachers who’d work with Timmy? I’d pay, of course.» «How about I work with Timmy?» Emily offered, surprising herself. «I went to art school, so I have the skills. And you know I’m good with kids.

Maybe I can spark his interest? If it works, I might convince him to try art school next year. I won an art contest once as a kid.

It really boosts confidence.» Emily felt deep sympathy for this boy, struggling with his mother’s loss. She felt for little Tanya, growing up without a mom.

And she genuinely sympathized with Ethan. The more she talked to him, the stronger her compassion grew. The initial awkwardness from thinking he judged her for the crosswalk incident was gone.

Now she saw Ethan as a kind, good man, a caring, loving father. He must have deeply loved his late wife, maybe still did. Emily thought again about life’s unfairness.

A wonderful family with two kids, torn apart in an instant because some reckless person drove drunk. «Ms. Emily, you’d really work with Timmy?» Ethan said, delighted.

«That’d be amazing, especially since Timmy knows you. The key is getting him to agree. I’ll try talking to him.

If it works out, I’d be so grateful. We’ll discuss payment.» «Oh, no,» Emily exclaimed.

«I won’t take any money.» «Why not?» Ethan sounded confused. «You shouldn’t spend your time on my son for free.

Any work deserves payment.» «What if I don’t see it as work? What if I just want to help Timmy?» «Just help?» «Yes, Mr. Ethan, from the heart. I think if Timmy gets serious about drawing, enters contests or exhibits, it could open him up, help him heal.» «Alright, Ms. Emily,» Ethan agreed after a pause.

«Honestly, I thought people like you, helping selflessly, were rare these days. You remind me of my Danielle. She had such a kind soul, a big heart.

She fed and cared for stray dogs and cats. She was a vet by profession. Max, our cat, was her find too.

Found him near a dumpster, mangy, skinny, with an injured paw. She brought him home, nursed him.

He stayed with us.» Ethan spoke of his wife with such warmth that Emily’s heart ached. She thought of her ex-husband James, who called her a suitcase without a handle.

Why didn’t she meet someone like Ethan? He wouldn’t have pushed for an abortion. Her life could’ve been different. But fate gave her James, who betrayed her.

And Ethan met his Danielle, with whom he was so happy, but lost too soon. Left with two young kids. Everyone has their own path, their own fate.

And sometimes fate hits hard, taking what’s dearest. «Here’s my building,» Ethan said, assuming she had a husband and kids, but she was alone. «Mr. Ethan, you need to get Tanya,» Emily reminded him.

«Oh, right, I’m off. Thank you again, goodbye.» Emily lingered by the building, watching Ethan go, then headed home, where her faithful friend Charlie awaited. She entered her building and started up the stairs when she remembered she had no bread, and Charlie’s dry food was down to one serving.

She decided to stop by the store near the daycare where Ethan was picking up Tanya. Passing the daycare, Emily saw Ethan on the playground, holding a little girl’s hand. He was talking to a woman, likely Tanya’s teacher.

Emily couldn’t help but watch the girl. She was adorable, like a doll, with charming curls. Emily’s heart tightened.

Such a sweet child, growing up without a mom. Of course, she had a loving dad, but no one could replace a mother. Emily thought she’d give anything to be a mom to such a girl.

How could she have ended her pregnancy fifteen years ago? Why did she listen to James? Everything could’ve been different, but no one can turn back time and fix mistakes. What’s done is done. And that pain would stay with her forever.

Emily glanced at Ethan and Tanya again and hurried to the store. It had been a tough day. She felt exhausted.

She wanted to get home, pet Charlie, eat dinner, and sleep. Tomorrow wouldn’t be easy either. And she had to talk to Timmy.

Emily was determined to convince him to develop his talents and offer her help. Learning about this family’s tragedy touched her deeply. She wanted to help this boy, so withdrawn after losing his mom.

Ethan walked home, holding Tanya’s hand, thinking about Emily. Young, attractive, and single. Why? It seemed odd.

Emily struck him as kind and compassionate. She clearly loved her job and students. Why no family or kids? And those sad eyes.

Even when she smiled, her eyes stayed sad. What secret did they hold? Tanya interrupted his thoughts. «Daddy, can we get a dog?» she asked.

«A dog? We have a cat.» «I want a dog like Katie’s.» «Katie has a dog?» «Yes.

Katie’s mom picks her up with her dog. It’s called Toffee. I want a dog too.

I’d walk it, feed it. Daddy, can we?» «Tanya, a pet’s a big responsibility.

We have Max. Let’s hold off on a dog, okay?» «But Daddy…» she started to whimper.

«I don’t have a mom. At least let me have a dog.» Her words hit Ethan hard.

He loved his kids dearly. After losing Danielle, he loved them even more. He saw them as an extension of his beloved wife and knew he had to be both parents to them now.

And he had to ensure they didn’t feel deprived. Little Tanya barely remembered her mom, only knew her from photos.

He told her about her wonderful, kind, caring, beautiful mom. The best.

He said she now lived on a cloud, watching over them, protecting their family. Tanya loved looking at her mom’s photo album, dreaming of growing up just as beautiful. And she looked so much like Danielle.

«Sweetie,» Ethan stopped and hugged Tanya. «I promise I’ll think about the dog.

Okay?» «Okay,» she nodded. «Really?» «Of course, my darling. Just don’t cry, please.

Want to go to the circus this Sunday?» «Yes!» Tanya cheered. «Can we go to that café? I loved the cupcakes.» «We’ll definitely go to the café.

The desserts are great. Let’s hurry home? Timmy and Max are waiting. Help me make dinner?» «Sure, Daddy,» she said confidently.

«I’m a big girl.» «My sunshine, I love you so much.» Ethan kissed her and they hurried home.

The next day, Emily asked Timmy Carter to stay after class. She said she had an important talk for him. He didn’t reply but nodded in agreement.

After lessons, Timmy approached her. «Ms. Emily, are you going to ask about that fight that got my dad called to school?» «No, Timmy, something else,» she said gently.

«Please, sit down.» Timmy sat at the front desk. «I know you love drawing,» Emily continued.

«Your dad told me yesterday, and I saw your sketches. I think you’re very talented. But talent needs nurturing.

You understand?» Timmy nodded. «Would you like to attend art school? I think you’d enjoy it.» «No,» he shook his head.

«Okay, different question. What if a teacher who’s good at drawing worked with you privately? How’s that?» Timmy shrugged, unsure how to respond. «Timmy, I haven’t taught your class long, but I see you’re a serious boy, really talented and smart.

What if I worked with you on drawing? Say, twice a week. Let’s try. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.» «Did my dad hire you for this?» Timmy asked after a pause. «No, Timmy, not at all,» Emily reassured, caught off guard. «I won’t take any money. I love drawing too.

I went to art school as a kid. I even thought about a career in painting. But I chose to be an elementary teacher.

And I don’t regret it. I love my job. I want you to develop your skills, learn more.»

«You’d do it for free?» Timmy asked skeptically. «Yes, completely free.» «Got nothing better to do?» he snapped, and Emily felt uneasy.

She’d chosen the wrong words, and he reacted poorly. This wasn’t going to work. «Why nothing to do?» she replied.

«I have plenty to do. But what’s wrong with wanting to help a talented student?» «I don’t need help. I manage fine on my own,» he said sharply, standing. «And don’t pity me. Think I don’t know it’s because I don’t have a mom?» «Timmy!» Emily exclaimed.

«I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry if you misunderstood. I’m going.

Goodbye.» She saw tears in his eyes as he left.

Emily was left alone, bewildered. Timmy was tough, if even a psychologist couldn’t help. She’d offered help sincerely, thinking he’d agree.

But his reaction made her feel guilty. She’d pushed, unintentionally, on his sore spot. «Why aren’t you heading home?» Rachel’s voice broke in as she entered the classroom.

«Working double shifts and staying late. Something wrong?» Emily told her about meeting Ethan Carter yesterday and how she wanted to help Timmy but failed. «Tough kid,» Rachel said understandingly.

«Don’t worry, you’re not at fault. Timmy might rethink your offer.» He reacted on emotion.

«He hurts so much from growing up without his mom. That’s why he lashed out. He’s still a kid, forced to grow up too soon after such loss. I wanted to warm his heart.»

«Or Ethan Carter’s heart?» Rachel smiled. «What!» Emily exclaimed, stunned by her words. «I wasn’t thinking anything like that.»

«Don’t be upset, Emily,» Rachel said warmly. «You know I see you as a daughter. I’m older and have learned to read people.

I think you and Ethan could be happy together. His kids need a mom, and you have so much unspent maternal love. You could love each other.»

«I don’t know.» Emily felt embarrassed. «I really just wanted to help Timmy, not thinking about his dad.

But maybe I did. Let’s get you home. You need rest.»

Rachel left, leaving Emily more confused. Maybe she was right? Was her feeling for this family more than sympathy? Ethan did appeal to her.

No use denying it. She thought of him after the crosswalk and café. Now, knowing he’s single… «Stop!» she told herself. «Don’t rush or fantasize.

It’s not certain he likes me, a man who loved his wife so much.» Yet the thought that fate kept bringing them together nagged at her. «Dad, did you ask Ms. Emily to teach me drawing?» Timmy asked when Ethan got home.

«No, son. She offered herself,» Ethan replied. «I think it’s a great idea.

What do you think?» «I said no,» Timmy muttered. «Why? You love drawing. Ms. Emily’s a good teacher and went to art school.

I saw her paintings and drawings. I really liked them.»

«Where’d you see her paintings?» Timmy asked, surprised. «You went to her house?» «No,» Ethan said. «I found her page on social media.

She posts her work there. Want to see?» Timmy looked at his dad, said nothing, and went to his room.

Ethan answered honestly. He always tried to be truthful with his kids. He hated lies and taught them never to deceive anyone.

Unless it was a white lie. But lying to loved ones was awful.

Last night, after putting the kids to bed and cleaning the kitchen, Ethan searched online for info about Emily. He was sure he’d find her on social media.

And he did. Her profile was open on a popular platform.

He browsed her photos. She had three albums. One, “My Hobby,” showed her artwork—oil paintings, pastels, pencil sketches. Ethan wasn’t an art expert, but her work impressed him.

He saved a few of her best pieces to his laptop. Another album was about her work, with photos from school events with teachers and students.

The third, “Just Me,” had photos of Emily over the years. Always alone. No man in any of them.

That didn’t mean much. Not everyone flaunts their personal life. Ethan studied her photos for a long time.

For the first time since Danielle’s death, another woman intrigued him. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it. After losing Danielle, he couldn’t imagine loving again.

It felt like betraying her. But time dulled the pain. And at some point, Ethan felt loneliness keenly.

He wanted to be happy again, to feel loved and love someone. And, frankly, the house needed a woman’s touch. His kids needed a mother’s warmth.

Especially little Tanya. She didn’t remember her mom and could accept a stepmom if she was kind. Timmy would be harder.

His mom’s death hit him hard. But maybe a gentle, caring woman could thaw his heart. Ethan so wanted his son to be the happy, outgoing boy he was before that tragedy took their most precious person.

Ethan thought more often that meeting a good woman who’d love his kids wouldn’t betray Danielle. She’d want her kids and him to be happy. But where to find a woman with a beautiful soul and kind heart, with room for his son and daughter? He knew two single colleagues liked him, but they didn’t interest him.

Not because they were bad or unattractive, just no spark. Maybe he was subconsciously seeking someone like Danielle? Lately, he worried he’d never be truly happy again.

Then he met Emily and felt something familiar, close in her. Fate kept crossing their paths. But did she need him? A widower with two kids.

Not every woman would take on that responsibility. But Ethan, persistent by nature, decided to try to win this enigmatic, fragile woman with sad, beautiful eyes. He wasn’t sure what he felt for her.

It was too early for love, but he was increasingly certain he was drawn to her. Back home, Emily couldn’t shake Rachel’s words about her and Ethan making a family. She thought of little Tanya and felt she already loved her.

She didn’t understand how that was possible. Or what was happening to her. Lately, she had a persistent feeling something big was about to happen.

It scared her a bit. To distract herself, Emily sat at her easel. After the divorce, she returned to her old passion for drawing and painting.

Living with James, she’d nearly abandoned it, devoting herself to caring for him, keeping the apartment spotless, and cooking fresh meals. James didn’t share her interest in art. Paint smells annoyed him.

Emily realized how much free time she now had, wanting to fill it with something meaningful and joyful. Painting not only distracted her from sad thoughts but brought positive emotions.

That night, she dreamt that strange, frightening dream again, walking toward her child’s cries but unable to find them. Ethan worried Timmy refused lessons with Emily but didn’t want to pressure him. He knew his son too well.

Timmy never did anything against his will and hated being persuaded. But unexpectedly, before bed, Timmy came to his room and said he wanted to see his teacher’s drawings. «Of course,» Ethan said, thrilled, opening his laptop.

Timmy studied Emily’s paintings intently, then said, «I’ll do lessons with her.» «Really, son? I’m so glad to hear that. Should I call her and tell her you changed your mind?»

«No, I’ll tell her tomorrow,» Timmy said firmly. «I was rude today and need to apologize.» «You’re right, Timmy.

You shouldn’t have been rude to a good person. She wants to help you grow your talent.

But good job recognizing your mistake and apologizing. I’m proud of you, son.» «Yeah,» Timmy nodded and left.

Ethan’s heart warmed. Timmy’s change of heart felt like a good sign. He wanted to call Emily and share the news. But he held back.

Let Timmy talk to her himself tomorrow. It was his decision. And it was late for a call.

Emily might be asleep. If only Ethan knew she was sitting at her easel, painting Tanya’s face from memory. Morning came, and Emily felt off.

The nightmare woke her, and she couldn’t sleep, replaying it in her mind. Then her thoughts shifted to Timmy.

He’d been upset, misinterpreting her offer as pity. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. What now? Try talking to him again or let it go? Emily didn’t know.

Heading to work, she was glad it was Friday, with the weekend ahead. She was tired from the week. Double shifts drained her.

She planned to visit her parents that evening. Her dad was being discharged from the hospital. Her mom shared the good news yesterday.

His condition had improved significantly. Recent tests showed the illness retreating. I’ll buy a cake, Emily thought.

It’s been a while since we had a family gathering. A great occasion. Maybe we’ll walk in the park this weekend.

Everything’s blooming. Spring.

«Ms. Emily,» she heard a familiar voice. Turning, she saw Ethan approaching quickly. She stopped to wait.

«Hello. I just dropped Tanya at daycare and saw you. Let me help,» he said, eyeing the heavy bag she carried.

«We’re going the same way; I pass your school on my way to work. Why’s a delicate woman like you carrying such weight?» «Good morning, Mr. Ethan,» Emily said, handing him the bag, which was indeed heavy. «I don’t always get to grade papers at school, so I take them home.

It’s my job.» «Ms. Emily, forgive my curiosity, but I found your social media page and saw your photo albums. I’m amazed by your talent.

You draw beautifully.» «Really? That’s unexpected,» Emily said, surprised and shy. «Thank you.

I started drawing again recently. Rediscovered my childhood passion and found I still know how.

Now I spend most of my free time on it.» «Why’d you stop for so long?» «I don’t know. After I got married, I mostly stopped.

Only drew with kids at school. I once dreamed of being a professional artist.»

«You mentioned marriage, but you’re divorced now. Sorry if I’m prying.» «No worries.

Nothing wrong with your question. Yes, I divorced last November. It’s cliché.

A younger, flashier woman crossed the road,» Emily chuckled, recalling Lila’s enhanced lips and fake lashes. James fell for that artificial charm.

«Wow!» Ethan said, remembering that October day when Emily nearly died under his car. That must’ve been when she learned of the affair, he thought, but kept it to himself. That’s why she was so lost and teary-eyed.

«Mr. Ethan,» Emily said, changing the topic from her divorce. «I’m sorry, but Timmy refused drawing lessons with me. I must’ve said the wrong thing, and he got upset, thinking I pitied him.

Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to hurt your son, but since you brought it up…» «Ms. Emily, I talked to Timmy last night, and he asked to see your work. He was impressed and agreed to lessons with you.» «Really?» Emily lit up. «That’s great news! I wanted to call you yesterday, but Timmy said he’d talk to you himself.

He plans to apologize for being rude. I’m sorry he snapped at you.» «No, I’m not upset with Timmy, and I’m glad he changed his mind.

We’ll set a schedule today, and I hope I can convince him to try art school next year.» «We’re here. Thanks for the help! Have a good day!» «Can I carry the bag to your classroom?» Ethan offered.

«No, that’d be awkward,» Emily said, taking the bag. «My students and colleagues are already watching, and what’s awkward?» Ethan asked, looking into her eyes. «Let them look.

I really like you, Ms. Emily.» She wanted to say, «I like you too,» but couldn’t. She just smiled and entered the school.

His words echoed in her head all day, sometimes distracting her from work. «Was I right?» Rachel asked when Emily stopped by her office for work matters. «About what?» Emily asked, knowing what she meant.

«I saw you and Ethan Carter today. Did I tell you Ethan was my student?» «No, I didn’t know.

He went to this school?» «Yes, I was his homeroom teacher, so I know him well. Great kid back then. I bet he’s a fine man now.

And your eyes are sparkling today, Emily. It’s hard to miss. He told me he likes me,» Emily admitted.

She was in such a great mood she wanted to share her joy. «See how things are falling into place. I told you divorce isn’t a tragedy; it might be the start of something new and wonderful.

Remember?» «I do. But it’s too early to say if anything will come of it.» «I’m sure it will.

Does it bother you that he has two kids?» «Not at all, Rachel, you know my situation. I can’t have kids. I’d love to connect with Timmy and Tanya.

Be a friend, give them warmth and care.» «See, you’re already imagining yourself with Ethan and his kids, part of their family. That means it’s going right.

Good luck, Emily. You deserve happiness.» Ethan thought about Emily all day.

He was glad he’d told her he liked her. Though she didn’t reply, her eyes spoke for her. He saw that spark, clear she wasn’t indifferent.

He decided to call her soon and ask her out. They were drawn to each other, obviously. Why waste time? They’d both faced trials, and that meeting on the crosswalk was fateful.

He felt something for her then, that sad-eyed woman. A string in his soul, dormant since Danielle’s death, stirred. During second-grade lessons, Emily noticed Timmy was livelier than usual.

He even raised his hand in science class, which thrilled her. After lessons, he approached and apologized for his rudeness. «I loved your drawings,» Timmy said.

«Especially the one of a boy with a kitten.» «Want me to give it to you?» Emily offered. «Really? You’d give it away?» he exclaimed.

«You don’t mind?» «Not at all. Why would I mind if my work brings joy? I’m happy. I’ll bring it Monday.»

«Thank you,» Timmy said, giving a small smile. It was the first time Emily saw him smile, warming her heart. They agreed to start drawing lessons the next week when Laura returned, and Emily wouldn’t be covering her class.

That evening, as Emily went to bed, she thought it had been a long time since she’d had such a good day, filled with happy moments. A man she liked confessed his feelings. The issue with Timmy resolved well, and she spent Friday evening with her parents.

They had a warm time. Her mom made a delicious dinner, Emily brought a cake. Her dad was cheerful, joking, and her mom’s eyes teared up with joy for him.

For the first time since learning of James’s betrayal, Emily fell asleep happy. That evening, reading Tanya a bedtime story, she said, «Daddy, if I had a magic wand, guess what I’d wish for?» «What?» «A mom,» she sighed.

«Everyone at daycare has a mom, but I don’t. Why does my mom live on a cloud? Can’t she come back?» «No, sweetie,» Ethan stroked her curls. «Mommy Danielle can’t come back.»

«Can I have another mom? Not Mommy Danielle, another.» Ethan paused, unsure how to answer.

Not long ago, he’d have said there’s only one mom. Now, thinking of Emily, he realized she could be his wife and a mom to his kids. «Tanya, I want you to meet a very nice person,» he said.

«She’s beautiful and kind.» Saturday morning started with a call from Sarah. «Hey, Sarah,» Emily said sleepily.

«Still sleeping?» «Sorry for waking you.» «It’s almost eleven?» «I thought you’d be up.» «Eleven?» Emily jumped up, checking the clock.

«I never sleep past eight, even on weekends.» «No big deal. Sometimes you need it.

You must be tired from double shifts.» «Yeah, a bit,» Emily admitted. «I’m coming by tonight.

Want to drop in for a bit? Tea, chat. Okay? Got other plans?» «Come over, of course.

No plans yet. I’ll be glad.» «Great.

I’ll be there by five.» «Perfect. Gives me a reason to bake.

Don’t feel like baking just for myself.» «Charlie, why didn’t you wake me?» Emily asked her cat, who meowed loudly, demanding his breakfast. «Let’s go to the kitchen.»

After feeding Charlie, Emily showered. Out of the bathroom, she saw two missed calls from an unknown number. Hesitant—she disliked unknown callers—she called back.

It might be a parent of a student. They’d called from different numbers before. «Hello, Ms. Emily,» she heard a familiar voice. «Mr. Ethan,» she said, surprised and pleased.

«Good morning! About Timmy?» «No. Do you like the circus?» «Circus?» she was taken aback. «I haven’t been in ages, honestly. Probably as a kid with my parents, never as an adult.

Why?» «I promised the kids we’d go to the circus Sunday, and I’d like you to join us.» Emily’s heart raced. She wanted to shout, «Yes! Yes! Yes!» but restrained herself, asking, «Will your kids mind?» «I asked Timmy. He’s thrilled.

Don’t worry about Tanya. She’s friendly and sweet. She’ll like you, I’m sure.» «Then I’m in,» Emily said.

«Awesome. I’m so glad. We’ll pick you up Sunday at four by your building.»

Emily couldn’t believe this was happening. A wave of emotions overwhelmed her. She’d never felt this, not even when she first fell for James.

Yet she was a little scared. Scared to lose what she hadn’t yet gained but desperately wanted.

By five, Sarah arrived. «Smells amazing,» she said, catching the scent of fresh baking. «Made my signature cherry pie,» Emily smiled.

Not long ago, she thought she’d never bake it again, as James loved it, and she was making it that day she learned of his betrayal. She thought it would always remind her of him and the pain. But today, she realized it didn’t hurt at all to think of James. She was happy he was gone. Rachel was right—divorce, though a tragedy at first, could be the start of a new, wonderful life.

Emily didn’t believe it at first. She and Sarah spent a delightful couple of hours eating the delicious pie and sharing news. Sarah admitted she was head over heels for Michael, who’d proposed, and she accepted.

«And you didn’t want marriage,» Emily exclaimed, genuinely happy for her friend. «Like the song says, ‘Love comes unexpectedly.’ Be my maid of honor?» «Of course, gladly, since your apartment led me to Michael.»

Irene was right; this place is lucky.» «Hope it brings you luck in love too,» Sarah said, eyeing her friend. «Why the mysterious smile? You’re glowing today. Spill it.»

«It’s early to say anything serious, but I’ve got news.» Emily shared everything, from nearly getting hit by Ethan’s car to now. «Wow!» Sarah exclaimed, listening intently. «What news! I’m so thrilled for you!» «Don’t get too excited.

Tomorrow’s our first date. Not exactly a date, with the kids. I hope they don’t push me away.»

«You’re a teacher. You’ll connect with them. You’re already on good terms with Timmy.»

«Yes, but I’m just his teacher for now.» «It’ll be fine, Emily. You’ll see.»

«Want to see something?» Emily asked, bringing out Tanya’s portrait she’d finished today. «What a cute girl!» Sarah said. «Who’s this?» «Ethan’s daughter, Tanya.

I saw her once, but her face stuck with me. I had to paint it. Sarah, it’s weird, but I look at her, and she feels like my daughter. I saw her once, yet I feel such tenderness.»

«It’s fate guiding you to this family. That girl will call you Mom.» «You can’t imagine how I dream of that.

I thought no one would ever call me Mom.» Sunday morning, Emily was restless. She was nervous about meeting Ethan and his kids.

She rummaged through her wardrobe, deciding what to wear. Tried different hairstyles. She chose a dress she’d bought for her thirtieth birthday and never worn since.

She let her hair down, something she hadn’t done in ages. At four sharp, she stepped out and saw Ethan’s familiar car. «Life’s strange,» she thought.

In October, she nearly died under its wheels; now it was taking her toward happiness. Or so she hoped. Seeing her, Ethan got out, holding a bright bouquet. Tanya ran out, loudly saying, «Hello,» rolling her R’s.

«Hi, Tanya,» Emily replied warmly. «You’re so pretty.» «You’re very pretty too,» Tanya said, emphasizing her R’s.

«She just learned to say her R’s,» Ethan explained, smiling, handing Emily the bouquet. «You look wonderful, Emily.»

«Thanks, Ethan,» she said, smelling the flowers. «Guess I’ll run up and put these in water. Don’t want them to wilt. We have time?» «Sure,» Ethan nodded.

«The show starts in an hour, and it’s a twenty-minute drive.» Emily went up, took out a pretty vase, filled it with water, and set the bouquet in it, admiring it. James never gave her flowers due to his allergies, avoiding florists.

So, Emily never brought home bouquets from students on the first day of school or holidays. She left some at work and gave the rest to colleagues. It always saddened her not to bring them home.

«How did I live with James so long?» she wondered. She could hardly believe she loved him so much. Did she love him? It felt like a delusion now; he wasn’t her destiny.

His image faded from her memory. She’d even deleted all their photos together. It was a perfect Sunday, one of the best in Emily’s life.

After a fun circus show, she, Ethan, and the kids went to a café, ordering pizza and cupcakes. Tanya was enchanted with Emily, chattering about her daycare, favorite cartoons, and books, and her dream of a dog. Emily loved talking with her, her heart filling with love for this wonderful child.

After dinner, Timmy and Tanya wanted to play on the big playground near the café. «You in a rush?» Ethan asked Emily. «Not at all.

Let the kids have fun,» she smiled. They left the café. The kids ran to the playground, while Ethan and Emily sat on a bench, watching.

«How was the pizza and cupcakes?» Ethan asked. «They cook pretty well here.» «I liked it.

It was tasty,» Emily said. «Though I rarely buy baked goods. I love baking myself.»

«I remember you said that the day we met in the café, where you were eating, and I was buying pastries for the kids.» «You remembered?» «I kept thinking about you after that.

I’ll admit, I thought of you too. When you came to school, I wanted to sink through the floor from shame.» «Why?» Ethan was surprised.

«We met under such circumstances. I crossed on red, and you nearly hit me. I thought you’d think a teacher like that can’t be trusted with kids.» «Nonsense.

I didn’t think anything like that. I knew you had a bad day, some big trouble. You found out about your husband’s affair then.»

«Yes, I went to the store and forgot my credit card. Came back and heard James talking to his mistress. If not for that, I’d still be in the dark.

I’d love to see this James.» «Why?» «Just curious what kind of fool betrays a woman like you.» «Guess I’m not that great,» Emily smiled sadly.

She felt so calm and comfortable with Ethan, she didn’t want to part with him and his kids. But the wonderful evening ended, and it was time to say goodbye. «Thanks for inviting me to the circus,» Emily said to Ethan and the kids when he drove her home.

«I haven’t had such a great time in ages.» «Aunt Emily, will you come to our house?» Tanya asked. «If you invite me, I will,» Emily smiled.

«Yay!» Tanya squealed. «I’ll show you my toys and books.» «Deal.»

Emily and Ethan got out of the car. He walked her to her building. «Thank you for everything,» he said.

«And you too,» she replied. «Guess we’re on a first-name basis now. Better, right?» «Right.»

«I haven’t seen my daughter this happy in a long time. And I haven’t felt like this in ages. Even Timmy seemed to come alive.

All thanks to you. Thank you. It was a wonderful evening.

I don’t want it to end.» «Me neither. I feel alive again because of you and your kids.

I’ll call you tomorrow. Okay?» «Of course. I’ll be waiting.»

«Sweetie, I’m so happy for you,» Nancy said, wiping a tear. «I told you James didn’t feel right to me. I knew he wouldn’t make you happy.

My mother’s instinct was right. But with this man, I’m sure you’ll find true happiness. And his kids are so sweet.»

Today, Emily introduced her parents to her partner and his children. She and Ethan had been dating for two months and both knew they wanted to be together forever, to become a family. Ethan proposed, and Emily accepted without hesitation.

«Mom, you can’t imagine how happy I am,» Emily said. «And something happened the other day I never dared dream of. Ethan, Tanya, and I were walking in the park.

Timmy wasn’t with us; summer break started, and he’s at a camp for creative kids for three weeks.» Her drawing lessons with Timmy had paid off. He opened up, became less withdrawn, more confident. After one of his pieces took second place in a city contest, he believed in himself and his potential.

When Emily learned about the camp for talented kids at school and talked to Ethan, they easily convinced Timmy to go. «Let’s hold hands,» Tanya suggested, and the adults happily agreed. They walked through the park as a family, hand in hand.

Tanya asked them simple riddles, and Ethan and Emily pretended they couldn’t guess. Tanya laughed and gave hints. Then she said, «Mom, do you know any riddles?» Hearing this, Emily stopped and looked at Ethan, then at Tanya.

«Mom, what’s wrong?» Tanya asked. «You called me Mom.» Emily crouched, hugged her, and cried.

Words couldn’t capture the feelings she had—boundless happiness mixed with the pain she’d carried for fifteen years. «Why are you crying?» Tanya asked.

«You don’t want to be my mom?» «I do, I do, my sweet girl, so much. Thank you, my darling!» Ethan crouched too, hugging his beloved woman and daughter. «Emily!» Nancy exclaimed, hearing her daughter’s story.

«You’ve earned this happiness, suffered for it. Now you’ll have a wonderful new life.» «Thank you, Mom.

Only one thing worries me.» «What’s that?» «Tell me, honey.» «What if Ethan wants a child together? I haven’t told him about what I did at nineteen and how it cost me my ability to have kids.

Ethan loves kids; he always wanted a big family. What if he hates me for ending that pregnancy? But I don’t want to lie. What do I do?» «There’s only one way, honey.

Tell the truth for a happy marriage. No room for lies. If Ethan loves you, and I don’t doubt he does, he won’t judge you for something from years ago.»

Emily decided to follow her mom’s advice and confess everything to Ethan. Better now, before they married. They were at Ethan’s, drinking tea with a pie she’d baked.

Tanya was asleep, so it was time to talk. Emily wanted no secrets. «I need to confess something,» she began. «It’s hard to talk about, but I believe we shouldn’t have secrets.»

«What’s wrong? You’re scaring me,» Ethan said, concerned. Emily told him everything—how she decided she wasn’t ready for motherhood, how her ex-husband didn’t want kids then, the botched operation that nearly killed her, the doctors’ verdict, and how deeply she regretted it.

«If you don’t want to be with me now, I’ll understand,» she said, fighting tears. Ethan hugged her and said, «Don’t cry.

Don’t blame yourself. You were so young. You thought you were doing the right thing.

What happened after was awful. But you couldn’t know. Don’t doubt me.

I love you. I’ll always be here. Tanya already sees you as her mom.

Timmy likes you too. Soon we’ll be a family. I already see you as my wife.»

That night, Emily stayed at Ethan’s. And that night, she had that troubling dream again. She hadn’t had it since dating Ethan.

She thought the nightmare was gone. Emily cried out and sat up, waking Ethan. «What’s wrong?» he asked.

«A nightmare,» she said. «It’s haunted me for years.» She told him about the dream, hearing her child’s cries but unable to find them.

«Maybe it’s my unborn child crying. This dream is my punishment.» «That’s incredible!» Ethan said. «I sometimes hear a child’s cry in my dreams too. I think it’s my child.

I didn’t tell you, but Danielle was pregnant when she died.» «Really? That’s so unfair! You lost not just your wife but your baby, making it twice as painful.» In August, Ethan and Emily married. They didn’t have a big celebration, marking it quietly in a café with close family.

Timmy and Tanya, dressed up, were there, thrilled about the event. After the wedding, Emily moved into Ethan’s apartment, along with Charlie. Max, their cat, wasn’t thrilled at first, asserting dominance.

But he soon warmed up, and the cats coexisted peacefully. Months passed. Tanya’s sixth birthday was nearing, and Ethan and Emily pondered a gift.

They knew she dreamed of a dog and decided to surprise her with a puppy. Tanya was overjoyed, hugging her dad and mom, thanking them for fulfilling her dream.

Timmy was happy too, excited about the new pet. Only Max and Charlie watched warily from the couch. Emily felt completely happy, with one thing troubling her.

The nightmares didn’t stop; they came more often. One night, waking from the dream and accidentally waking Ethan, he hugged her and said, «Emily, I’ve been thinking about this but hesitated to say. You regret your unborn child.

I couldn’t accept that my third child never got to be born.» «And?» Emily didn’t follow. «What if we adopt a baby from an orphanage?» «Are you serious?» «Completely.

It won’t replace our unborn children. It doesn’t need to. We’ll just love them and raise them as our own.

Think about it.» «I don’t need to think,» Emily said eagerly. «I agree.

I’ve dreamed of this for years.» Spring came early, warm and blooming vibrantly. Emily and Ethan walked through the park.

Ethan pushed a stroller with little Georgie, their adopted baby. Everyone, including the kids, already loved him and cared for him together. Timmy and Tanya walked ahead, chatting lively.

«Mom, do we have water? I’m thirsty,» Tanya asked, turning to Emily. «Oh, I left the water bottle on the table,» Emily said, checking her bag. «Keep going, I’ll grab water from that kiosk and catch up; Georgie wakes when the stroller stops.»

Emily hurried to the kiosk and heard someone call her name. The voice was familiar. Turning, she saw James.

Her ex-husband looked different—gaunt, thinner, older. «Hello, Emily,» he said. «Long time no see.

You look good.» «Yeah, it’s been a while. Hello, James,» she replied, feeling nothing for him.

No anger, no resentment, nothing. As if those fifteen years with him never happened. To Emily, it felt like she’d always been with Ethan, and James was a fleeting fling from a distant past she didn’t want to recall.

«I saw you earlier but hesitated to approach. You weren’t alone. Remarried?» «Yes.»

«Congratulations. The older kids aren’t yours, but the baby in the stroller?» «Mine,» Emily said. «But how? You had a baby?» «What does it matter, James? They’re all my kids.

Your life stopped being my business long ago. Sorry, I just wanted to say I’m happy for you. I see things worked out well for you.

Without me.» «Thank you, James. Yes, I’m even grateful to you and Lila for leaving me alone then.

I found true happiness. Met my destiny. Became a mom.

How about you? You became a dad, right?» Susan said Lila was expecting. «Yeah,» James waved dismissively, grimacing. «I divorced Lila long ago.

The kid wasn’t mine. She was seeing her college buddy too. And you know what’s funny?

I found out like you did, overhearing her phone call. She called me an old man and, well, whatever. So, Emily, I couldn’t build a happy life without you. If I could turn back time and fix it, I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you.

You were the best thing in my life.» «Maybe you’ll meet a good woman?» Emily felt a slight pity for him. But she didn’t want to keep talking.

«Okay, sorry, Emily. I’ll go. You’re in a rush.

I couldn’t not say hi and tell you I regret betraying you and our love.» «Was there love, James?» Emily asked. «You don’t betray someone you love.

It’s impossible. And you don’t call them a suitcase without a handle. I’ve got to go.

Be happy.» «I’ll try,» James sighed.

Emily quickly bought water and ran to catch up with her family. James watched her go with sadness, remembering when he was happy with this woman he so foolishly lost.