Five years was a long time. I was able to build a new life and convince myself that I had made the right choice. I had given birth to my lovely daughter, Luna, now five years old.

But memories of Braun still haunted me here and there. Because Luna was a carbon copy of him, and the only thing she inherited from me was my bright blue eyes. I could almost forget him. Almost.

"Solana, this is huge." Isla, my assistant and best friend, who co-founded my interior design company said to me. We were ...