“So good to finally meet you,” my soon-to-be daughter-in-law (DIL) said, wearing a polite but strained smile.
“Your father’s told me so much about you both,” I answered.
—
Later, while heading toward the powder room, I heard Garrett speaking quietly in the hallway.
“Margaret, I’m not changing a thing. We’ve talked about this,” my fiancé said.
“Daddy, please, just think about it.”
I stepped away before they noticed me. For the first time since Garrett had returned to my life, I wondered what exactly I had walked into.
—
On the first morning I woke in Garrett’s home as his wife, I expected to feel like a visitor who had remained too long. Instead, my husband brought coffee in a china cup and kissed the crown of my head as though it had been part of his routine for years.
“Stop grinning,” I said. “You’ll spill it.”
