I clasped Sam’s hand with a ferocity that had him quirking a concerned eyebrow in my direction.
“Sorry.” I loosened my grip.
The guests wandering calmly through the orderly rows of folding chairs and floral displays in Sam’s parents’ backyard belied the organized chaos that had gone into the setup. It was a beautiful late-summer day, and the party tent canopies we’d rented, due to the likelihood of Seattle rain, were superfluous.
Life, like this sunny day, was fabulous. Aiden continued to thrive, and the adoption process proceeded without hitches. Our libel case had been settled out-of-court. Once the man had seen the wisdom of dropping his attempted claim on Aiden—he’d had no chance of winning, and would’ve been saddled with our attorney fees if he’d continued it—there’d been no point
