My name is Amy, and just three months ago I honestly believed my life was unfolding exactly the way I’d always hoped.
At 26, I was teaching kindergarten in our quiet town of Millbrook, living what felt like a sweet, uncomplicated dream.
Each morning, I woke up in the snug little apartment I shared with my fiancé, Maverick, wrapped in this warm sense of contentment. We’d been together four years, engaged for one, and our June 15th wedding felt like something written in the stars. A perfect summer day for what I thought would be the beginning of forever.
