The following day, I woke up early and jogged on the beach. The sun started rising, and the air was cool and refreshing. As I ran, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the beauty around the people who had supported me through everything and me.
When I returned home, Dan was already making coffee in the kitchen. "Morning, Amy," he said, smiling at me.
"Good morning, Dan," I replied, returning his smile. "How did you sleep?"
"Fine, thanks," he said, pouring me a cup of coffee. "I wanted to talk to you about something."
I sat down at the table, sipping my coffee. "What is it?"
Dan took a deep breath. "I know this has been a difficult time for all of us, and I've been doing some thinking. I think it's time for me to move on."
I felt a pang of sadness in my chest. Dan had been an important figure to me, and the thought of him leaving felt like losing a part of my family. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
