I loved Mitch with all my heart and then he was gone.
It was his enemy, Max Shepherd, who helped me walk through that fire. And when the time came to move on, I married him as well. That's usually where the story ends, where life continues at its own unsteady pace.
But Mitch came back seemingly from the dead. He's seen what I've done and who I've done it with. And now I have a choice to make--only I can't seem to make it and life continues at its own unsteady pace.
I had wished Mitch were alive again--and now I have one too many husbands and an impossibility to contend with. It will all work out in the end, as soon as I figure out how to slice my beating heart in two.