familiar…
He had never expected to see us again.
Neither had I.
But after twelve years, life had finally brought Adam back to the one place he had spent more than a decade running from.
His own children.
And this time, he couldn’t simply walk out the door.
PART ONE — WHEN I THOUGHT WE WERE FOREVER
I’m forty-two now.
I was thirty when my life fell apart.
Back then, Adam was thirty-three, and we had been married for almost five years.
We weren’t wealthy. We lived in a modest two-bedroom apartment outside Columbus, Ohio. I worked in accounts receivable for a medical supply company, and Adam worked in sales for a regional construction equipment distributor.
We had student loans, an aging Honda, a couch we had bought secondhand, and exactly one vacation photo framed in our living room.
But I thought we were happy.
More importantly, I thought we were
