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I had been Michael’s wife for just over a year.
The children’s legal mother for exactly 22 days.
Those three weeks had been some of the happiest of my life.
When I met Michael, I knew I wasn’t simply falling in love with a man.
I was falling in love with a family that had already been broken once.
Those three weeks had been some of the happiest of my life.
After our small courthouse wedding, we returned home to four nervous children pretending not to stare at me.
Roger, 11, already carried himself like another adult in the house.
Benji, nine, apologized for everything.