Wild Crush

I've loved Maeve Wilder my whole life.

She's never seen me as more than a friend but that's my fault. By the time I was brave enough to confess my feelings, I was too late.

She met the man she would marry and it wasn't me. I missed my chance.

Now we're in our thirties, still the best of friends, and I've made peace with the fact my unrequited love will never amount to more than a wild crush. Mostly.

But when her husband walks out-leaving her to raise their three children alone, I'm the one who ...