“Thanks.” He held out his hand. “She seems like a great girl.” I shook his hand, giving it a squeeze that was firmer than socially acceptable. “Woman. She’s a great woman.”
Stella nodded. “I think a lot of the reason I’ve struggled to be happy over the last year or two has been that my life turned out a lot different than I’d envisioned it. I needed to let go of what I thought my life was supposed to look like in order to write a new story.”