—Ellie—  

      I woke with someone pressed up against my back, a warm breath fanning over my shoulder. I didn’t pull away, only stared at my hand, which rested atop his on the bed. The skin on my ring finger was lighter from wearing my engagement ring for five years, and now it lay on my nightstand abandoned. And how could I ever wear it again? How could I ever face my fiancé again after everything I had done? Everything I still wanted to do.

    Deep down I knew I ...