It had been a month since Sarah's world tilted on its axis. The first time with Mark had been a storm of grief and desire, a desperate grasp at feeling alive again after Tom's death. Then Dave, with his gentle hands and insistent mouth, had turned

A week after that rain-soaked night, Mark still couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. He and Dave had been knocking back beers in Mark’s cluttered garage, classic rock rumbling low from an old radio, the air thick with motor oil and summer heat. When the third bottle

Sarah had been a widow for six months now, the weight of loss still heavy on her shoulders. Her husband, Tom, had passed suddenly, leaving her to raise their two grown teenage children—19-year-old Jake and 18-year-old Emily —on her own. The house felt empty without him, and Sarah, at