I brushed it off. A relieved mother. Emotional. Grateful her son had settled down.
Three months ago, Benjamin proposed at a waterfront restaurant. When he slid the ring onto my finger and the entire place erupted into applause, I didn’t hesitate.
Yes. Absolutely yes.
We decided to move in together before the wedding. We were in our mid-thirties—practical, established. It felt like the natural next step.
Move-in day arrived faster than I expected.
Benjamin was pulling the car into the garage to make space for the moving truck when I stepped back into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
That’s when I saw Florence standing there.
I nearly screamed.
“Oh—hi, Florence. I didn’t know you were stopping by today.”
She didn’t smile. She walked straight toward me and pressed an envelope into my hands.
