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His expression softened.

“Pancreatic cancer. He kept it private. Very few people knew.”

I looked down.

Callum Rourke had been my first husband, long before Nolan, before the cautious adult life I had tried so hard to build. We married in 2013, when I was twenty-four and he was twenty-seven. He was a software engineer with wild ideas, secondhand furniture, and a laugh that filled every room. We lived in a tiny apartment above a laundromat and ate frozen pizza on the floor because we couldn’t afford a dining table.

Then his startup succeeded.

Money arrived before maturity did. Investors, travel, pressure, endless meetings. I wanted a home. He wanted to prove he was no longer the poor kid from Spokane. We loved each other, but we didn’t know how to protect that love from ambition.

We divorced in 2017.