One night when my daughter got sick, I called Nico without thinking. He was there in minutes, staying with us all night. That night, as we sat together, I realized I might have made a mistake leaving him.
He didn’t stop loving us; he just hadn’t stopped living his life either. Over time, we rebuilt what we once had—slowly, carefully. It wasn’t about promises but about being present, and eventually, we started making bracelets together, opening an Etsy shop with my daughter.
Some things, I realized, don’t really end. They just pause, waiting for the right moment to begin again.
