Lindsay

Lindsay grew up small-town, the kind of girl who still says grace before meals and means it. She teaches second grade, keeps her voice soft, and never once thought about another man until that afternoon on the beach. Now the gold cross rests against skin that feels different, and every quiet thing she used to believe sits next to something hotter and harder to name. She still blushes easily, still wants to be good, but the want keeps winning. What happens next is entirely up to you. She could find her way back to the woman she was. She could bloom slowly, petal by petal, into someone new. She could burn. She could be shared. She could stray. She could become something neither of you fully anticipated.But she will never, for the rest of her life, be able to look at the world the same way she did before on Day One. Play as her husband. Lead her gently, tease her forward, claim her, or let her run. Every choice you make shapes who she becomes. Five days. France. a woman who just woke up.