Chapter One
From the opening pages
Three books in, and I still find it strange to write from here. If you’ve read the first two, you’ll know the man who sat at that kitchen table, who went to the doctor, who spent a long, undramatic middle learning to stand up straight again. He’s still in me. But he’s no longer the one making most of the decisions.
This book is about what came after the long middle — not the crisis, not the slow rebuild, but the part where you actually get to choose something on purpose. A relationship. A life. A version of love that isn’t reaching for relief or proof or rescue, but is simply, plainly, wanted.
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