I mean, things are great between you and me, I know that, but you know I’m a package deal. Mia needs a mother figure, and if you’re not ready for that…”
“I’d like to try,” I replied.
The first time we all went for a walk together, Mia slipped her small, warm hand into mine.
When she started calling me “Miss Lila” in that shy, hopeful voice, I started to believe I could be the person who stepped into the hole in her life.
And when Matthew proposed, I accepted without a second thought.
If only I’d known then that Matthew was hiding a huge secret.
Our wedding was small and simple.
Family and friends witnessed the promise we made to each other, and celebrated with us afterward.
At the end of the evening, we drove back to his house. Our house now, right? It was the same home he’d shared with his wife before she passed. I told myself it didn’t bother me.
We were starting fresh.
