You Were My Sunset, Not My Forever

Two years into my divorce battle with Dennis Whitney, I ran into my first love, Mick Sanchez, at a high school reunion.

Over dinner, more than a few classmates brought up how perfect we'd been together back then, sighing over how we'd fizzled out without a proper ending.

Outside the restroom, Mick stopped me.

"The case still isn't settled?"

"Would you mind having your ex-boyfriend as your lawyer?"

I smiled and didn't refuse.

After that, Mick threw everything he had into winning the divorce for me. I walked away with fifty percent of Dennis's assets.