My Endless Wait, a Secret Kept by the Wind

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It’s been seven years since I divorced Liam Sullivan.

We ran into each other by accident at a boutique flower shop on Beacon Hill.

It was a cold, rainy day in Boston. He was there to buy flowers for his pregnant wife. I had just ducked in to escape the downpour.

After a moment of awkward silence, we exchanged greetings like normal acquaintances.

Liam politely asked how I had been these past few years.

I answered just as politely, "Not bad. Can't complain."

As we were about to part ways