LOGINThe meeting starts wrapping up. People start standing, stretching, and talking. Then I remember something that needs to be addressed. I look around at everyone. Right, I need to address this. I clear my throat, and everyone looks over. I fold my arms, “One more thing.” They look confused as I look a
The next morning starts the way most practice race mornings do. Too early, too cold, and too much coffee. I park up outside the training grounds and sit in my car for a minute before getting out. My hand automatically checks my pocket. The ring box is still there. Good. I shake my head at myself. Th
My mom gasps dramatically, covering her mouth, “Oh, my god.” I frown, thinking about what my mother is about to say. She points at Jen through the camera, “You’re pregnant.” Jen chokes on her own saliva as my mom continues with what she assumes is the news. “Oh gosh, honey, I’m gonna be a grandma—”
I have never realized just how exhausting keeping a secret can be. Not because I’m regretting it. Not because I’m not sure. But because apparently the entire state of California has decided that my proposal plans are community property. I stand in the kitchen pretending to look through the fridge wh
He nods, “Okay.” I grin with excitement, “Number three.” My smile widens, hoping he will agree with this one. “Backstreet Boys at The Sphere.” Greg stares, “You contain multitudes.” I laugh, and he nods, “Fair.” Then his eyes light up like the Fourth of July, “What about the zip line?” I blink, t
By the time I get home, I feel lighter than I have all day. Work has done what work has always done. It gives me somewhere to put my brain. No mystery conversations, no suspicious behavior, and no trying to figure out why everyone suddenly looks guilty every time the word future comes up. Just contr
“I’m good, thanks.” I turn to walk away, but Greg stops me by grabbing hold of my arm, pulling me back toward him. “You still reading those smutty books that get you so turned on you become ravenous?” Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free.I can’t believe he remembers
“Jen, I know you’re crying. There’s no need to hide it from me. I am feeling the same pain and hurt you are. I hate the pain I caused you all those years ago. There’s nothing more I can do than apologize; that’s all I can offer until I can remember why I did what I did.”“Just drop it, Greg. It’s al
The rest of the morning, the three of us have been on the phone with multiple people. The family lawyer, a private investigator, Greg’s father Nick, Harvard’s Dean of Administration, and my boss at the Boston office. It feels unfair involving Greg with this, but as his own father said, he has his ow
JenGarrett and I arrive at the party which looks to be in full swing. The DJ is playing ‘Dead Man’s Party’ by Oingo Boingo as we walked through the door seeing a crowd of people dancing away to this old 80’s classic. Garrett takes hold of my hand and lean into say something into my ear, “Care to da







