“Yes,” I finally reply softly, pushing off the wall. “How is she?”
“She’s good. We live in South Carolina now. You would love it there.”
“I’ve never been,” I say in a faraway voice, staggering slowly as I walk on autopilot.
I am hovering over myself, watching on in anger. I can see what he’s doing—luring me in with false promises—but I can’t seem to stop. The excitement of living happily ever after outweighs my good sense.
“We have horses and four dogs.”
“How many horses?” I ask, continuing my dazed pace.
“Three. Your mom wanted to get one for you. She knew you’d come back.”
“She did?” A single tear trickles down my cheek, and a happiness I haven’t felt in so very long overwhelms me.
Kenny nods quickly. “Yes. She never stopped loving you. Neither of us did. So, you’re going to be a
