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The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon, painting the water red and gold. I smiled, squeezing Steve’s hand in mine. The scene was breathtaking. Watching the sun-rise on the beach was the perfect way to start our honeymoon—our second honeymoon.
Steve and I had been together for 24 years before we separated. At that point, divorce had seemed