My stepson begged me, “Don’t marry my dad.” The reason made me faint at the altar.

Picking flowers

The next day, Jeff and I went to pick flowers for the wedding, a task that usually fills me with joy. However, this time everything seemed different. I tried to keep my composure among the vibrant colors, but the feeling that we were walking on fragile ground wouldn’t leave me. Noticing my distraction, Jeff pointed excitedly: “Look at these!” I replied with a feigned smile, but my mind kept returning to Tim and his silent request.

Picking Flowers