Emma always knew falling in love again would be difficult. She just didn’t expect it to happen with her late husband’s best friend, Daniel. It started with coffee. Turned into laughter. Then long walks. Then that one rainy night when she forgot to wear her ring.

Now she sat at the café, twisting that same ring between her fingers, watching Daniel approach, soaked and smiling, unaware of the letter she had just slipped under his windshield wiper.

It said goodbye.