Allison’s POV
I glanced at Jordan. “Are you ready?” He nodded. My hand reached out for the doorbell and pressed it, hearing the bell ringing.
I stepped back, hearing footsteps inside the house. Jordan’s hand slipped into mine, tightening his grip around it, and I stiffened at his touch. I looked at our hands but snapped my head at the door as it opened.
There stood his mother with a wide smile on her pale face. She wore a long summer dress, over it was a cardigan, and around her head was a turban showing that she lost her hair to chemo.
“Oh my God! Allison, look at you, my dear.” She covered her mouth, surprised.
The last time she saw me was four years ago at one of my mother’s events.
She opened her arms wide, pulling me into her embrace. Jordan left my hand, and I instantly wrappe
