It happened one quiet Sunday evening. Aaron had just brought David home from a weekend trip to a theme park.
“Mom!” David shouted as he ran through the door, waving a souvenir in his hand. “We rode the biggest roller coaster! Twice!”
Once David ran off to his room, Aaron cleared his throat and asked, “Can we talk for a minute?”
We sat at the kitchen table — the same place where we’d made a thousand family decisions before. He looked nervous, which was rare for him.
“I wanted you to hear it from me,” he said quietly. “I’m getting married again.”
For a moment, I just looked at him. The words didn’t sting the way I might have imagined years ago. Instead, I felt a gentle wave of relief. He had found someone new, someone who made him happy.
“That’s wonderful, Aaron,” I said, and I meant it. After all, moving on takes courage. Finding peace after love ends is a kind of victory in itself.
But then I asked the natural question. “Who is she?”
He hesitated, fumbling with his phone. “You might actually know her,” he said softly. Then he turned the screen toward me.
The Face I Knew So Well
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