The greenhouse in our garden is beautiful at night.Now it’s filled with twinkling lights. Hundreds of them, strung through the plants and flowers, creating a canopy of stars above us.“This is beautiful,” I breathe, looking around. “When did you have time to do all this?”“I had help.” Ethan takes my hand, leading me deeper into the greenhouse. “My mom, Lucas, Derek, even your mom flew in this morning to help set up.”“My mom knew about this?” I stop walking. “What is ‘this’ exactly?”He smiles, nervous. I’ve never seen him nervous before. “Just trust me. Please.”We’ve been back together for three days. Three careful, tentative days of therapy sessions and long talks and learning how to be around each other again without the weight of Sophie’s lies between us.It hasn’t been easy. I keep catching myself doubting, wondering if I’m making another mistake. And Ethan keeps pulling back when he wants to touch me, uncertain if he’s allowed, if I’m ready.We’re broken. Both of us. Trying t
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