At the summer fundraiser where I meant to announce that I was moving in with my boyfriend, I heard him tell my best friend he wished they had met first. Hannah had done nothing to invite the confession. She was the kind of person people trusted with their spare keys, their children, and their worst days. I had loved her for nearly as long as I had loved Luke. But love didn't make his words less real, or make it easy to decide what to do with the life we had already started building together. With our new lease waiting for signatures and our friends expecting good news, I had to find out whether Luke wanted a future with me—or only the comfort of having me nearby while he wished for someone else.