I don’t remember walking out.
For two decades, I’d called it a sacrifice.
But standing in that quiet apartment, I finally understood it wasn’t. It was the life I’d chosen. And somewhere along the way, it had chosen me back.
I sat down on the couch, picked up my phone, and scrolled to a number I hadn’t dialed in 12 years.
Diana.
I pressed call before I could talk myself out of it.
She answered on the second ring.
