“Then I met you,” he said, squeezing my hand. “And I remembered what it felt like to be alive.”
He had an eight-year-old daughter named Emma.
The first time Mark introduced us, she’d looked me up and down and said, “Do you like dinosaurs?”
“I love dinosaurs,” I replied.
We bonded quickly. She’d ask me to help with her homework, and we’d bake cookies together on Sunday afternoons.
I loved her like she was my own.
That’s why what happened on our wedding day hit me so hard.
The morning of the wedding, our house was in chaos.
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