Her biological father didn’t vanish again. He showed up when invited. Respected boundaries. Learned how to be present without demanding forgiveness.
Every Thanksgiving, we set an extra place at the table—not because we must, but because we choose to.
Laura’s photo still sits by the window.
And every year, Grace smiles and says, “She’d like how we did this.”
I think so too.
Because I kept my promise.
And love didn’t leave.
It stayed.
