Timothy and I didn’t fall in love quickly or easily, or the way things happen in movies or in Walter’s crazy imagination.
We talked. A lot. We disagreed about things that mattered and figured out which ones we could work around and which ones we couldn’t.
I told Timothy what Walter’s stunt had actually cost me that month, and he listened without making it about guilt or money.
Timothy wasn’t perfect.
I wasn’t either.
That’s probably why it worked.
Timothy and I didn’t fall in love quickly or easily.
Weeks passed. It wasn’t simple. I didn’t trust Timothy at first, and I trusted his father even less.
