Juliette sat across from Michael, listening as he related the story of how he met her mother. What she was hearing astounded her. It was as if her mother had a life apart from that with her father's.
The stuff Michael was saying sounds like a woman she knew, but how well did she know her mother? Her mother died when she was fourteen years old, after all.
Juliette took a deep breath and gave a cautious listening ear.
Michael had moved on to tell her about the baby in the picture. She was taken aback when Michael revealed to her all the memorable moments he had shared with her mother.
“We were young and in love at the time. I figured Julie would be the woman I would share the rest of my life with the moment I laid eyes on her. Her defined beauty had rendered me speechless on many occ
