Tara sat alone after her wedding, gently wiping makeup from her face as the quiet of the evening settled around her. The celebration had been warm and simple, held in her best friend Jess’s backyard beneath an old fig tree filled with shared memories. Everything about the day had been carefully chosen to feel safe and sincere. Yet, beneath the soft candlelight and fading music, Tara felt suspended between past and present. She had married Ryan — a man who, years ago, had made her high school…CONTINUE READING BELOW
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