Epilogue
I huddled with Momma and Mr. Nelson—who I now called Grant since he became my stepfather nine years ago. We smiled as I snapped a selfie while the other parents filed into the gym for the school's Christmas recital.
When Charlie walked through the gym doors, I waved.
He saw us, smiled, and shuffled through the row of seats to get to us.
Like always, women gave my husband appreciative glances as he walked by. It was something that I got used to after ten years of being married to this gorgeous man. The few gray hairs that grew along the side of his head made him more distinguished.
Sigh.
Some people had all the luck.
Our three-year-old son, Gabriel, sprawled on my lap while looking at the Christmas decorations with disinterest.
When I waved at his father, he looked over and
