EPILOGUE I

NADINE

I had always imagined our first anniversary would be big— dramatic, maybe filled with surprises and grand gestures, because well, we were us. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for the quiet chaos I was holding inside me that morning.

The email had arrived while I was sipping tea in the kitchen, barefoot, hair tied up, still wearing Ronan’s old MIT sweatshirt that I had