As the first light of dawn peeked through her curtains, Lucretia lay sprawled on her bed, too distracted to start her day. She tossed and turned, her mind muddled with thoughts of Philip and their argument from the previous evening.

As her gaze drifted to her window, she let herself recall moments with Philip, simple ones, but each holding a weight she hadn’t fully appreciated before. They’d grown up side by side, their lives woven together so naturally that she hadn’t realized ...