Chapter Eighteen
Iris couldn’t remember the last time she had worn black.
She stood in the most uncomfortable heels in the cold as the snow started to fall. The cemetery was empty except for the small group around the fresh grave. Her children, her family, were standing with her, along with a minister she didn’t recognize, who was talking about a man he didn’t know.
Raymond was the love of her life.
He’d broken her heart, then come back only to open the wound that hadn’t healed, and then he’d left her again. Now, the words being spoken for a man she’d cried for eighteen years earlier didn’t seem to touch on who he really was.
He was a secret. He was theirs. These were his children.
Raymond O’Connell hadn’t been who he said he was, but now she knew he really had loved her and the kids
