So I buried it here last month. I guess… that’s what triggered everything.”
And just like that, it all made sense. I thought that day would break something between us.
But weirdly, it became the day that opened something instead. A door that had been shut tight for too long. Over the next week, Rhett and I talked about Arlo—really talked.
Janet even came over once more, this time with coffee and old photos. I realized I wasn’t in competition with her past. I was part of Rhett’s future.
And part of healing is honoring what came before. We ended up building a little wooden bench over that spot in the garden. Just something quiet and respectful.
I even planted new roses nearby—blue ones. Rhett said Arlo was going to be named after the sky.
