He’s met my children. They adore him. And when he asked me to marry him, I hesitated—not because I didn’t love him, but because I was afraid to lose myself again.
But Sam is different. He’s not asking me to disappear into a role. He’s asking to walk beside me, to build something together. So yes, we’ve set a date—for next summer. A small wedding on the beach. Barefoot, with laughter and light.
Where We All End Up
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