“Yes. What’s changed?”

I smiled. “I reconnected with an old friend.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Just a friend?”

I blushed.

Six months later, Walter looked at me across our favorite diner table.

“I don’t want to waste time,” he said.

Then he pulled out a small velvet box.

“I know we’ve lived whole lives apart. But I also know I don’t want to spend whatever time I have left without you.”

Inside was a simple gold band with a small diamond.

“Will you marry me?”

I cried tears I thought were long gone.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes.”

Our wedding was small and heartfelt. My children were there. A few close friends. Everyone said how beautiful it was that love could find its way back.

I wore a cream-colored dress and planned every detail myself. This wasn’t just a wedding—it was proof my life wasn’t over.

When Walter kissed me, my heart felt full for the first time in twelve years.

Everything was perfect.

Then a young woman I didn’t recognize walked up to me at the reception.

She was maybe thirty. Her eyes locked onto mine.

“Debbie?” she whispered.