Ethan took the mic, drink in hand, confidence radiating off him. He started with the usual clichés—fate, second chances, perfect timing. People laughed on cue.
Then his tone shifted.
“I’ll be honest,” he said with a grin, “walking away from that mess was the best decision of my life.”
Laughter rippled through the room.
My chest tightened as heads turned toward me.
Beside me, Noah set down his fork.
Ethan wasn’t done. “Sometimes you’ve got to clear out your mistakes to make room for something better.”
Even Lila laughed.
I stood up so quickly my chair scraped loudly across the floor.
But Noah touched my arm.
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