Just honest.
I picked up my coffee, walked past them, and headed toward the living room.
No slammed doors.
No raised voices.
Just quiet footsteps and a house that, for the first time in a long time, felt like it belonged to me again.
Behind me, I heard Greg exhale.
Ashley muttering under her breath.
Life adjusting.
Not breaking.
Adjusting.
And sometimes, that’s the only way anything real ever begins.
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