Beth
I felt like I had been hypnotised by the beautiful display of fireworks and had entered some kind of a dream-state that felt like it might break apart into a terrible disappointing nightmare at any moment.
When I was a teenager I’d secretly fantasized about this moment. Rafe had been the perfect boyfriend. He was always kind, attentive to my needs, sweet and loving. We talked about making a future together all the time. How we would have four kids and a dog and he would help his father run the business while I went to design school.
And then… the senior Mr. Segretto had a heart attack, and days later Rafe coldly cut me out of his life and walked away. And I didn’t blame him for that. He was young, he was grieving, he was under tremendous pressure. We had both made decisions that we
