Getting divorced is never fun. Losing the house, you’re set to move into days before the closing, is most definitely not enjoyable. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, I’m temporarily left without a home. With no other option, my last resort is to move into my brother’s place, until I secure one of my own. The problem: he shares that space with my ex-boyfriend, his best friend, Micah. Once upon a time, Micah was also my best friend. He was family. He was my forever. Until he wasn’t any of those things. I thought our fate was written in the stars long ago. However, being forced to be close to Micah has me questioning feelings I thought no longer existed. Can love make more sense the second time around?