was small. My car was old. I bought my clothes on sale.
But every bill had my name on it, every accomplishment belonged to me, and I had never needed anyone’s permission to make a decision.
Ethan was charming, confident, and attentive in ways that made me feel as though the rest of the world had temporarily disappeared.
He remembered small details. He brought me coffee before early meetings. He listened when I talked about work and asked thoughtful questions about my plans.
When he proposed, I believed I was
