When Alex returned to Juliet that summer six years ago, she was spent. Juliet could tell the moment she opened the door and made eye contact. They hadn't spoken in 15 years. It didn't seem to matter to Juliet. She felt like a cliché; it felt like she'd just been in Alex's arms without even a thought of goodbye. Juliet...

Whatever you want. That's the issue. Little things and bigger things kept pointing her in the direction of satisfying her own desire, if only she could determine what that might be. She wasn't used to it, first having to prove herself at work, then raising teenagers and maintaining an intimate relationship with her wife...