I thought about twenty years of believing my marriage was safe.
Finally, I nodded.
“Okay. Saturday. Two o’clock.”
Clark smiled.
For the first time since the divorce, hope quietly returned.
I had no idea my children were planning something of their own.
Or that one small gift box would change everything.
—
Music floated across the backyard while children splashed in the pool and guests laughed around the patio.
Clark stayed comfortably beside me.
He played his role naturally.
