Five years had passed since I lost my wife. My daughter and I had learned to build a quiet life together, just the two of us. But that life was shattered in a single moment—at my best friend’s wedding.
When the groom lifted the bride’s veil, I saw the face of the woman I had mourned for years. My daughter tugged my sleeve and whispered, “Dad, why are you crying?” In that instant, everything I thought I knew fell apart. I hadn’t planned on going to that wedding—or even the party where I first met her.
Back then, my friend Lucas practically dragged me to a downtown apartment gathering. “You’ve been working yourself into the ground,” he told me. “Just one hour, then you can go back to being a hermit.”
I’d been working double shifts at the construction site all week, my muscles aching like they’d been poured from concrete.
I didn’t want small talk or music; I wanted sleep. But Lucas was persistent, and eventually, I gave in. The place was buzzing with people who looked like they’d never worked a day in their lives.
I felt out of place in my worn jeans and faded T-shirt. That’s when I saw her—Elena. Later, I’d learn she wasn’t supposed to be there either.
She had just stopped by to drop something off for a friend. Our eyes met across the room, and something unexplainable clicked. Call it connection, sparks—whatever it was, I knew I wanted to know her.
“Who’s that?” I asked Lucas, nodding toward her. “That’s Elena,” he said with a low whistle. “Don’t waste your time.
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