But that was before the night she showed up. That was before everything changed.
The Unexpected Visit
It was a Friday night in March, just another ordinary evening. Cooper was with me for the week, and Diane was supposed to pick him up the next morning. It was routine, the arrangement we had set up after the divorce. But when the doorbell rang at 6:45 PM, I wasn’t expecting it to be her.
I opened the door to find Diane standing on the porch, coat draped over her shoulder, a bag in hand. She looked a little worn out, and I immediately sensed something was off. She hadn’t given me any heads-up about stopping by.
“Hey,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. “I know it’s not my night. I just… had a work thing fall through in Raleigh and I was already out here. I thought maybe I could see Coop for a bit before I head back.”
