Two lives。 One hour。 A lifetime consequence。

I believe in choice， not fate。
I chose to nurse a broken heart at the kitschy country bar that night。
I chose to let Isaac Cordova buy me a drink。
I chose to spend one hour with a near stranger in an attempt to soothe my pain。
No last names， no details about our lives， just one hour where I was allowed to forget， and then we would never see each other again。

But was it a choice when I ran into him five years later？
I needed help， and he was the only person equipped to give it。
Our instant attraction doesn’t feel like much of a choice either， but it doesn't matter。
Everything has changed。
Now my choices impact other people。
And what will I choose？
Do I keep Isaac out？
Do I dare to let him in？