Daisy
I won’t pretend I wasn’t relieved.
The moment I heard the front door close behind Steve and his two bags, something in my chest loosened that I hadn’t even realized had been wound tight. I stood in the corridor and listened to the silence of the house and exhaled slowly.
It was time. It had been time for a while, if I was being honest with myself, which I was trying to get better at.
I had met Steve two years ago at the lowest point of my life. The divorce from Norman had been sudden and brutal in the way that only things you never saw coming can be, and I had been quietly falling apart inside a very composed exterior when Steve had walked in. A mutual friend’s dinner party. He had been warm and attentive and genuinely kind in a way that had felt like exactly what I needed at a t
