Ten Years Later
Ten years have passed since that night—the night I learned Ethan was not like other men, and the night I chose to stay not out of pity, but out of love.
The lakeside villa in Austin is now surrounded by the flower beds I planted myself.
On the porch stand two old wooden chairs where, every afternoon, we drink tea, listen to the breeze over the water, and reminisce.
Ethan is now forty-one. He works as a freelance landscape painter and teaches art at a university.
As for me—Anna Harrison—I run a small flower shop in the city.
Our life is peaceful and simple, and it felt like nothing could ever shake it.
But fate always finds a way to knock on your door.
