“I’m not ready. I need time.” If it were a simple case of opening up to him, I would have gotten there already. Arry is a talker. He likes to talk it out. He tried to make me talk, and I didn’t want to. It all comes down to my needing space and time to process everything.

I sit on the bed and stare at his pictures opposite me on the board. Looking handsome and young with his arm around me at some beach somewhere, both smiling and genuinely looking like a couple in love, even ...