*Nevaeh*
Letting go of Sam’s hand was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I can feel his eyes on me as I walk out of the room, and it pulls at my heartstrings. I want to turn around and run back to him, telling him yes, I’ll go to Maine with him. Yes, I’ll stay with him. If I did that, at least some of my dreams would come true—being with the man I love, raising our children together. We would have a beautiful wedding. And in a couple of years, little Ed and Audrey would be running happily around our home without a care in the world as we showered our devotion on them.
But my dad would still be back in 2025, wondering whatever happened to the only family he had left in the world. He’d never get to see his grandchildren or laugh and play with them in the soft, green grass. And the
