Liza’s POV
“Come on, Mom. Our car is here.”
After one last hug from Sade and her new fiancé, my mother and I made our way outside, where a black Lyft waited. Before I got in, Sade caught my gaze, her expression searching.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly.
I gave her a small smile. “Divorce be damned, you’ll always be my daughter-in-law.”
She chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek. That beautiful man of hers—ugh, let me find out if he’s got a single uncle or cousin because between him, his father, and his brother, that entire family is dangerously fine—helped my mother into the car, then turned to me. Even the way he moved, so sure and steady, was something my dumbass son had never mastered.
Before he shut the door, Sade leaned in. “Call me when you make it home.”
“I got it,”
