William’s POV
I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of her calling Roland a boy. He was probably old enough to be my father, if not my grandfather. I looked at her, curiosity getting the better of me. "How long have you and Roland been married?" I asked.
She smiled, and for a moment she looked even younger. "We've been married for over fifty years," she said. "It has been a long and wonderful journey. And though we've had our ups and downs, we have always found our way back to each other."
I was struck by her words, and I felt a surge of emotion.
“Do you know what Roland does for a living?” I blurted out the question before even giving a response to our previous chat.
“You guys must be so in love, still being together for all these years. Here I am, 35 and with my third wife,” I w
