Yes, the bedroom reminded her of Gabe. Yes, it hurt that he’d left. Yes, she’d asked him to stay, and he hadn’t. But at least this time, she’d asked for what she wanted. She hadn’t let anger get the better of her, making her say things she later regretted. As much as it pained her to think of him, she didn’t regret opening up. Those days with him had been the most emotionally satisfying of her life. She’d allowed herself to be vulnerable. To be seen. To ask for what she wanted. How many people never felt that in their whole lives?
