What I did not know was that Tony had invited someone else into our final family trip.
By the time I learned the truth, that person was already at our hotel, waiting to learn whether Lily wanted to meet him.
I was seven months pregnant when I buried him.
Lily’s biological father, Adam, died before she was born. A drunk driver crossed the center line six weeks before our wedding and hit his car head-on.
I was seven months pregnant when I buried him.
For years, it was only Lily and me.
Then Tony came into our lives.
Lily followed him around while he repaired it.