I fell in love with Heath James when I was seventeen years old. Looking in from the outside, it seems like we have it all. A home we love, careers we both wanted, kids we adore. Now years later...I'm not so sure. He used to look at me like I was everything he ever wanted-everything he needed and more. Now in our forties, it's like he doesn't see me at all. Life happens. Careers take off Kids get busy Couples grow apart Walking away... Taking a break, was the hardest decision I'd ever made. I've heard it said that you should never look back, life is always moving forward. To keep the past in the past. But what if I was wrong and my past has always been my future? Is it too late for me to right my wrong?