But then came the hard part, the part where you realize that nothing in life is simple—not even love.
Drew and I drifted apart, and seven years later the same man who asked me to marry him, asked me to walk away.
Now, as I sit on a plane, running from everything that’s wrong in my life, I’m trying to pinpoint the exact moment it happened—the moment everything went wrong. But I can’t figure it out. I don’t know when it all fell apart.
All I know is, somehow, I need to figure out how to breathe without the man I’ve shared the biggest part of my life with. If I have any chance of surviving this storm, I need to find the woman I was before him.