It wasn’t fancy, but it was ours.
Our daughter, Lily, was eight now, all gap-toothed grins and big questions. She was funny and kind in a way I couldn’t take credit for, and simply the best thing my ex-husband and I ever made together.
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When Mark’s name lit up my phone that Tuesday in March, I braced myself in the way I always did.
“I’m getting married,” my ex-husband said.
“Okay.”
There was a pause, and then he surprised me.
I blinked at the kitchen ceiling.