Page 51 of The Yoga Teacher

It had once been a part of her. Something she'd helped grow. Something she'd wanted to share with Daniel.

But now it all felt like a life she’d borrowed from someone else.

A woman who still believed she was safe.

She swallowed hard, eyes burning.

She’d built everything with him in mind. The routines. The house. The quiet inside jokes. The idea of “forever” worn in like the soft groove of a favorite mug.

And he had gutted it. Casually. Quietly.

With another woman.

The ache wasn’t sharp anymore. It was dull. Low. Like a bruise that never quite faded.

Because ifhecould cheat onher—after everything—they had, everything they built—then what did that say about her?

About how foolish she’d been to believe that love was enough?

A soft knock startled her. She blinked.

Morgan swept in without waiting, clipboard in one hand, phone in the other, already mid-breath.

“Okay, don’t hate me for springing this on you, but I need your eyes on something ASAP.”

She dropped a folder on Hannah’s desk like it was smoking.

“And also, you have an opportunity. A big one.”

Hannah blinked. “An opportunity for what?”

Morgan grinned. “To change your life.”

She sat across from her, eyes bright. “Director-level position. Expansion of our community integration program. You’d be building it from the ground up—but in Denver.”

“Denver,” Hannah repeated, like her mouth didn’t know how to form the word.

“It’s a big deal,” Morgan said, a little softer now. “They asked for you. And the deadline’s tight, so if there’s even a whisper of interest, you’ll want to move on it.”

Hannah looked down.

Her name was typed neatly on the folder’s tab.

It looked official. Clean. A next chapter, shrink-wrapped and waiting.

But she didn’t feel clean.

She felt raw.

Cracked open from the inside.

Like the version of her who could accept something like this—could say yes to a future with a clean slate—was still curled up on the bathroom floor of her old house, trying to breathe through a betrayal she hadn’t seen coming.

She wasn’t just grieving Daniel.

She was grieving the woman she was with him.

The woman who thought she wasenough.

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