Someone Else’s Husband

Chapter 8

I don’t believe in coincidences. I never have. Everything happens for a reason—the good, the bad, the ugly.

This country, this mountain—this trip—has made me realize how much time I’ve wasted. And for what? So I could be a good husband? What does that even mean? I don’t know. I do know you only live once. And that’s what I plan to do from this moment forward. Live. Before it’s too late.

And I know it’s a sign that she’s in this place and so am I—of course it is.

I may never have believed in that kind of thing before. Maybe I don’t even now. No magical-thinking crap for me. But I have always believed in being in the right place at the right time.

I know how to seize an opportunity. And use the tools at my disposal.