Davey In a list of what's most important to me, three things are right up there at the top. My kids, my husband Mack, and my career I've spent my life building. Unfortunately that career has me away from home more than I'd like, and when I refuse to walk away from it, my husband walks away from me instead. Living together post-divorce makes sense for us, but it blurs the lines between what we were and what we have. Now that I've scored a big promotion and negotiated twelve long weeks at home, memories of our life together haunt me. They make me long for what we had. And now that Mack is moving on with someone else, I'm being faced with the cold truth. I should never have let Mack go, and now it might be too late to get him back. Mack Twelve weeks. It's the longest Davey has been home since we had the kids, and all it does is remind me of everything I wish I still had. So I decide this is it. I have twelve weeks to remind Davey of everything he lost and hope like hell when I give him