The afternoon light filtered softly through the wide windows of my fitness studio, painting golden stripes across the polished floor.
I sat behind my desk, sipping coffee, watching a few clients stretch out near the mirrors.
For the first time in years, I felt completely at home in my own skin.
The bell above the door chimed, and Alison walked in carrying two paper cups.
I didn’t know it then, but that visit would turn my life upside down.
Alison walked in carrying two paper cups.
“I figured you’d already had your third cup,” she said, setting one down in front of me. “But I brought you another anyway.”