They’d met at a conference—both attending solo, both uninterested in small talk until they found themselves at the same table during a coffee break. Something about the conversation stuck. A few dinners later, it turned into something more solid. Gwen hadn’t been expecting a second chance, but there it was.
Within a few months, they were making plans. It wasn’t a decision everyone around them supported, but neither of them had been interested in dragging things out. Gwen had heard the concerns but moved forward anyway. Time proved she wasn’t wrong. They had built a life that made sense.