Meeting your child’s significant other can be nerve-wracking, but for these parents, the first encounters took unexpected and shocking turns. From hidden secrets to surprising revelations, these stories prove that family ties are sometimes tested in the most unbelievable ways.
Every parent hopes their child finds happiness, but what happens when meeting their partner brings more questions than answers? Scroll down to read three stories where things took an unexpected turn the day these parents met their children’s significant others.
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1. My Only Daughter Terrified Me When She Revealed the Rare Habit Her Boyfriend Had
After our Sunday dinner, my daughter Susan brought the last dishes to the sink. She had this look on her face that signaled something important was coming.
“Mom,” she began, “you know I’ve been seeing someone new, right?”
“Yes!” I replied. “What about him?”
Susan rarely shared much about her relationships. At 24, she kept her love life close to her chest, so I was always ready to listen when she did open up.
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“His name’s Jack,” she said. “He’s quirky, and maybe it’s because of the age difference, but he has this strange habit.”
“Oh?” I asked, curious.
“He only eats the top of the muffin! Says it’s the best part,” she giggled.
My hands froze, the plate slipping from my grasp and shattering on the floor. That habit was too familiar.
“Mom! Are you okay?” Susan rushed to clean up the broken pieces.
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“I’m fine, sweetheart,” I said, though my mind was spinning.
The memory of my Jack and his habit of eating just the muffin tops flooded back. Could it really be the same person?
Later that night, I lay in bed, thinking about him.
Jack was the man who had once been the center of my world. We parted ways years ago when life pulled us in different directions. He went abroad to study, while I stayed behind to care for my father.
Eventually, I married Phil and had Susan. However, my marriage with Phil ended in divorce a few years later.
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At that point, Jack was still in my heart.
Could Susan’s Jack be the same Jack? I thought, but I was too afraid to ask my daughter.
Months passed, and every time Susan mentioned Jack, the unease grew. I avoided meeting him because I was too terrified to confront the possibility.
Then came the day Susan called me.
“Mom, Jack proposed!” she exclaimed. “We’re getting married!”
A few minutes later, she sent a photo of her ring, and it was beautiful. But Jack wasn’t in sight.
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As Susan prepared for the wedding, she often asked if she could come to my place with Jack. I came up with a new excuse every time, trying my best to avoid meeting him.
However, as the wedding day approached, I couldn’t avoid meeting him any longer.
I prepared myself for the worst at my daughter’s wedding.
As I stepped inside the venue, my gaze landed on the groom.
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“Thank God,” I whispered to myself.
The man standing next to my daughter wasn’t my Jack. Feeling relaxed, I began talking to the guests.
A few minutes later, I heard a voice behind me.
“Elizabeth?”
I turned, and there he was. My Jack, standing with his son, Susan’s fiancé.
The world seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He looked as stunned as I felt.
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“Susan’s your daughter? I had no idea!” Jack exclaimed.
We spoke briefly during the reception, catching up on the years that had passed. He had lived a life parallel to mine.
He got married, parted ways with his wife, and now had children who meant everything to him.
I felt so happy watching Susan walk down the aisle that day. This was her moment, her future, and the love in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
Later, as Jack handed me a glass of champagne, he said softly, “I came back for you, but you were gone.”
“I had to leave after my father passed,” I whispered.
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“I’m sorry,” he said, and I knew he meant it.
While dancing with Susan that night, I realized this wasn’t just her new beginning. It was a moment of healing for me too.
Jack and I had come full circle, but this time, it wasn’t about us. It was about my daughter’s happiness and that was all that mattered.
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2. Woman Humiliated Me at a Restaurant, but the Next Day, She Appeared at My Door as My DIL
I’ve always lived simply, saving everything for my son, John. I raised him alone, and now he is a hardworking business owner.
One day, I decided to visit his new restaurant to surprise him. I wore my usual modest clothes and took a bus.
Upon reaching there, I walked in and found a quiet table by the window. The waiter greeted me, and I asked him to bring me a cup of tea.
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As I waited, a young woman dressed in designer clothes approached me with a smug expression.
“Excuse me,” she said condescendingly, “This table is reserved for my boyfriend and me. You’ll have to move.”
I was startled. “Oh, I didn’t realize. There wasn’t a reservation sign.”
“Doesn’t matter. This table is for someone dressed more… appropriately. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself.”
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Her words made me angry, but I didn’t want to cause a scene. I quietly gathered my things and left without even meeting John.
I felt extremely humiliated but didn’t tell my son about it because I thought that would spoil our meeting the next day.
Little did I know that things would only get worse.
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The following day, I was preparing lunch at home, eager to meet John’s girlfriend. I was so excited when the doorbell rang, but it immediately faded away when I opened the door.
The same woman who had humiliated me at the restaurant was now standing on my doorstep. She was John’s girlfriend.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she recognized me, but then she just smiled. She pretended like she was meeting me for the first time.
“Mom, meet Sarah,” John said.
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“Hi, Sarah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Please come in.”
As we sat down to eat, John began talking about their plans. Then, he dropped a bombshell.
“Mom, Sarah has a great idea. She wants to buy a café, and we were hoping you could lend us some money to help get it started.”
“A café?” I asked, looking at her with wide eyes. “That’s a lot of money, John.”
Before John could respond, Sarah stood abruptly and excused herself to use the restroom.
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I immediately turned to John once she left. “Are you sure about this? I don’t trust her, John. She treated me poorly yesterday at your restaurant.”
“What are you talking about?” John asked, confused.
Then, I told him everything that happened yesterday.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
Before I could say more, Sarah returned and sensed the tension.
“What’s going on?” she asked sweetly.
“Mom says she won’t give us the money,” John replied, clearly upset.
Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “Why not?”
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“I don’t trust you, Sarah,” I said. “You treated me terribly yesterday at the restaurant.”
She feigned innocence at first, but when that didn’t work, her tone changed.
“If your mom doesn’t accept me, our relationship is over,” she spat, turning around to leave.
I thought my son would stay back, but he didn’t. He stood up, held her hand, and left me alone.
At that point, I knew Sarah wasn’t the right woman for John. I felt helpless because I couldn’t do anything to make him realize that.
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A month later, I received an invitation to the café’s opening. John told me he had arranged the money for Sarah through a few friends.
“I’ll be there, sweetheart,” I told John as a plan brewed in my mind. “I’ll definitely be there.”
On the day of the opening, I wore my best dress and took a bus to the café.
“Mom! How are you?” John greeted me at the entrance. “Come in, the celebrations are about to begin.”
I smiled and made my way inside.
A few minutes later, I asked Sarah to step out with me for a short conversation. Before leaving, I discreetly nodded to the bartender, signaling to set my plan into motion.
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“So, Sarah, I’m curious about your plans for the café. How do you see its future?” I asked casually.
Sarah smiled, confident in her victory. “Oh, it’s going to be a great success. I’ve got big plans.”
“Really? And what about the money John arranged for you? How are you planning to use it?”
I quietly watched as she rolled her eyes.
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“Oh, that? It’ll help with the expansion and a few personal investments,” she said before looking around to ensure we were alone. “You see, I need John only for the financial benefits. Love is nice, but security is better.”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Your son loves me so much. He’s never gonna realize he’s being manipulated. And we all saw how he refused to believe you the other day,” she chuckled.
After a few more minutes of her revealing her true intentions, I decided it was time to return inside.
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Everyone was silent when we stepped inside.
“What’s up, babe?” Sarah asked, but John just looked at her with wide eyes.
“Mom was right about you,” he said. “I heard everything you said outside.”
Sarah had no idea I had connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker in the café, and everyone had heard our conversation. Everyone in the room knew Sarah didn’t love John.
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“John, it’s not what you think!” she pleaded, but it was too late.
John, humiliated and heartbroken, ended their relationship. He later apologized to me over a quiet dinner.
3. I Met My Fiancé’s Parents, Only to Find Another Woman Posing as Me at Dinner
I’ll never forget the first time Mark and I met. It wasn’t love at first sight or any kind of sight, actually. We worked at the same company for three years without ever crossing paths. But one day, Mark emailed me about a sales issue, and that’s how it all began.
He called me to discuss the email, and soon our work-related conversations turned into something else. I found myself looking forward to his calls.
Eventually, he asked me out on a date.
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“Are you sure, Mark? I might not be what you expect,” I told him.
After all, I wasn’t the slim, polished woman someone like Mark might typically go for.
“Anna,” he said, “I love tea, and you’re my cup of tea.”
I laughed and agreed to the date.
When we finally met in person, I could see the surprise in Mark’s eyes. I wasn’t blind. I knew I was plus-size, and that wasn’t always what people expected.
But by the end of that lunch, we had hit it off. I thought we were perfect together.
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Six months later, Mark proposed. It was a dream come true, but something always felt off.
He kept me away from his friends and family, and I could tell he was embarrassed about my size.
Still, I thought love could overcome anything. I didn’t know how wrong I was.
One day, Mark’s parents were hosting their 40th wedding anniversary. He told me we’d drive up to Connecticut and spend the weekend with them.
I was excited to finally meet his family.
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But then, just two days before the event, Mark called with some bad news.
“I’m flying to Colorado for a work emergency,” he said. “I’ll meet you in Connecticut on Saturday, but you can’t come with me.”
I was disappointed, but I wanted to surprise him. So, I decided to deliver the anniversary gift to his parents myself. Wrong decision.
I knocked on the door, and an older woman answered a few minutes later.
“Yes?” she asked with a smile.
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“Hi, I’m Anna, Mark’s fiancée,” I introduced myself. “This is an anniversary gift for his parents.”
Her smile vanished.
“Is this a joke?” she asked, stunned. “Mark’s fiancée is inside having dinner with us right now.”
Confused and horrified, I pushed past her and into the dining room. There, sitting next to Mark, was a beautiful, slim woman clinging to his arm.
“Mark! What’s going on?” I demanded.
I still remember the look on his face.
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“Anna, this isn’t what you think. She’s an actress. I—”
“I don’t understand,” I cut him off. “If you didn’t love me, why did you propose?”
“I do love you!” he insisted. “I just… I was afraid. You know, you’re so… big.”
His words broke my heart. I immediately took off my engagement ring and placed it on the table.
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t be ashamed of me,” I said quietly and walked out.
Mark tried calling me for days, but I didn’t pick up. I couldn’t. I was heartbroken. How could someone who claimed to love me be so ashamed of who I was?
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A few days later, I arrived at work and saw a crowd gathered outside the building. Everyone was pointing at a huge billboard across the street. I gasped when I saw it.
There was a picture of Mark and me with the words, “I LOVE ANNA AND I WANT TO MARRY HER!”
Before I could process it, Mark appeared, dropping to one knee.
“Anna, I’m an idiot,” he said. “But I love you. Please marry me.”
I stood there for a moment as tears streamed down my cheeks.
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“You ARE an idiot,” I finally said. “But I still love you.”
Now, we’re planning our winter wedding in Connecticut. I never thought I’d forgive him, but love, it turns out, is bigger than any fear.
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Single Mother of 3 Shows up for the Reading of Her Late Husband’s Will Only to Find Out the Lawyer Was His Mistress — Story of the Day
Megan showed up to hear her late husband’s will, expecting closure—not betrayal. But when the polished young lawyer read his final words, Megan learned the unthinkable: everything had been left to her. Not to his wife—but to his mistress. And that was just the beginning.
The morning sun spilled across the windshield like melted gold, casting soft light on the dashboard, but Megan could barely keep her eyes open.
Her head throbbed, her eyes burned, and every part of her felt heavy. The kind of heavy that doesn’t come from lack of sleep—it comes from loss.
In the back seat, Eli and Noah were wrestling over a crumpled snack wrapper. It crinkled loudly between them as Noah shouted, “It’s mine!” and Eli yelled back, “You had your turn!”
“Stop it! Both of you!” Lily, their sister, tried to keep the peace, her small voice trying to sound like a grown-up’s.
“You’re acting like babies.”
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“Boys, please,” Megan said, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel.
Her voice was calm, but there was a sharpness in it, a crack just under the surface. “Just… stop for five minutes, okay? Please.”
The car fell into a brief, tense silence.
Being a single mom was never easy. Megan had learned to juggle lunches, laundry, late-night fevers, and broken toys. But today, it felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders.
Two weeks ago, Tom, her husband, the kids’ dad, the one person who used to balance her out, had passed away.
The kids still laughed, argued, and played like always. They didn’t fully understand what had happened.
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But Megan did.
She couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not now. Not ever. She had to be their anchor, their shield.
She dropped them off at school. Noah ran ahead. Lily skipped, her ponytail bouncing. But Eli—Eli lingered.
He stepped out of the car slowly, backpack dragging behind him. Megan saw the sadness in his eyes, the weight he was trying to hide.
“Hey,” she said gently, stepping out and walking around to him.
She bent down, so they were eye to eye, and placed her hands on his small shoulders.
“We’re gonna be okay.”
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He didn’t say anything. Just looked down.
“We’ll get through whatever comes. I promise.” She ran her fingers through his hair the way Tom used to.
He nodded, slow and unsure, and turned toward the school doors.
Megan got back into the car. The silence now felt louder than the chaos before.
She reached up to flip down the sun visor, hoping to block the sharp sunlight. Something slipped out and fluttered into her lap.
It was a photo—an old Polaroid, edges curled slightly with time. It was her and Tom, laughing on a beach somewhere.
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Their hair messy from the wind, cheeks sun-kissed, arms wrapped around each other like nothing could break them.
Her breath caught.
The tears came fast, too fast to stop. Her body shook as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead to the steering wheel.
The grief hit her like a crashing wave, the kind that pulls you under.
Ten minutes passed before she finally sat up, wiped her face with both hands, and whispered, “Be strong.”
Then she started the car and drove to the lawyer’s office.
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The law office was too clean, too quiet. The smell of lemon polish mixed with something faintly metallic—maybe from the filing cabinets or the air conditioning.
Megan stood in the doorway for a second, adjusting her blouse and brushing invisible lint off her skirt.
She wanted to look put together, like someone in control. But her fingers shook just a little as she opened the door.
A woman in a navy suit stood to greet her. She was tall and polished, her makeup perfect, her blonde hair pulled back into a neat twist.
Her smile was sharp, like it had been practiced in front of a mirror.
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“You must be Megan,” she said. “I’m Jennifer Green, Tom’s attorney.”
Megan blinked. The name meant nothing to her. “You were his lawyer?” she asked, her voice flat with disbelief.
Jennifer nodded and handed her a clipboard. “Yes. I’ll be reading Tom’s final will.”
Megan took the clipboard and signed quickly, her hand tightening around the pen.
“Let’s just get this over with. I’ve got three kids and too many things to handle.”
“Of course,” Jennifer replied smoothly, sitting behind her desk with a little too much ease. That smile again—it didn’t feel warm. It felt smug.
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Jennifer opened the folder in front of her and began reading.
“Thomas Carter’s final will… item one: the family home… item two: vehicle… item three: bank accounts…”
Megan listened, her face blank. This was all expected.
Then—
“And I leave all assets and property to Jennifer Green.”
The words hit like a punch. Megan blinked. “Wait. What did you just say?”
Jennifer looked up, face calm. “Tom left everything to me.”
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“To you?” Megan’s voice cracked. “You’re the lawyer. That doesn’t even make sense!”
“I only follow his instructions,” Jennifer said, folding her hands like she was preparing for a board meeting.
“It was his decision.”
Megan stood up fast, her chair scraping loudly behind her. “No. No, this is wrong. You were sleeping with him, weren’t you?”
Jennifer didn’t flinch. She only tilted her head, like she was bored of pretending. “He loved me.”
Megan’s chest tightened. The office began to blur around the edges.
She stepped back, barely able to breathe. “You’ll regret this,” she said, voice low and shaking.
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Jennifer didn’t answer.
Megan didn’t wait for one. She turned on her heel and walked out, the sound of her heels hitting the floor the only thing keeping her upright.
Later that afternoon, Megan pulled into the school parking lot, trying to push the morning’s shock to the back of her mind.
Eli and Noah came running, backpacks bouncing, shouting about who won kickball. Lily followed close behind, holding a paper crown she made in class.
“Mom, what’s for dinner?” Noah asked, climbing into the backseat.
“Can we have pancakes?” Lily added, already buckling in.
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Megan smiled weakly. “We’ll see, honey.” Her voice was steady, but it didn’t feel like hers. She kept the smile on her face, even as her heart felt like it was crumbling.
They were noisy and hungry and full of questions, just like always. And she couldn’t bring herself to tell them the truth yet.
When they pulled into the driveway, Megan’s stomach dropped. A man in a dark suit stood waiting on the porch. He held a folder and looked like someone delivering bad news.
“Mrs. Carter?” he asked as she stepped out of the car.
“Yes?”
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“I’m here on behalf of the property owner. I’m afraid you’ll need to vacate the home within seven days.”
She stared at him, frozen. “What? No. There must be a mistake. I have three kids!”
“I’m sorry,” he said, but his voice was flat. “It’s all legal. The ownership’s been transferred.”
Megan begged. She raised her voice. “Please, this is our home. My kids—”
But the man only shrugged. “There’s nothing I can do.”
Inside, Megan closed the door behind her and slid down to the floor. Her back pressed against the wood, her hands in her lap, useless.
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Everything was slipping through her fingers—her marriage, her home, the life she thought she had.
“Mom?” Noah’s voice was small now. He stood a few feet away, holding his backpack. “Are we going to be okay?”
Megan looked at him, her throat tight. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to promise him everything. But no words came.
That night, after the kids were asleep, she walked into the bedroom and opened Tom’s closet. His shirts still hung neatly, still smelled like him.
She started pulling everything down, ready to throw it all away.
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A jacket slipped from her arms and fell to the floor.
Something slid from the pocket and landed near her feet.
A sealed envelope.
She picked it up, staring at her name written in Tom’s handwriting.
With shaking hands, Megan broke the seal on the envelope. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the paper inside.
One glance at the handwriting, and her breath caught in her throat. It was Tom’s. She’d know those messy, uneven letters anywhere.
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Her eyes moved slowly across the page.
Megan,If you’re reading this, it means I’m gone.I know I already gave a copy of the will to Jennifer, but I’ve started to doubt her. Something feels off. Just in case… here’s the real version. Give it to a good lawyer. One you trust.You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.I love you. Always.—Tom
Megan covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes burned. For a moment, she just sat there, holding the letter close to her chest.
Inside the envelope was another folded paper—an official-looking document. A second will.
She opened it, reading carefully. Every word felt like a breath of air after being underwater.
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The house. The savings. Everything. Left to her and the kids.
Her shoulders shook. But it wasn’t sadness this time.
It was anger.
Jennifer had lied. She’d tricked everyone. She tried to steal what Tom had left behind for his family.
Megan wiped the tears from her face, but her hands were steady now. Her heart beat strong in her chest.
She wasn’t broken anymore. She was ready.
This wasn’t just about what was taken. With the real will, Jeniffer`s days were numbered.
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It was about what she was going to take back.
Within a week, everything changed.
Megan didn’t waste a second. The next morning, she called Carol Reynolds, a local attorney known around town for her no-nonsense attitude and sharp sense of justice.
Carol was in her sixties, with gray curls and reading glasses that hung from a chain around her neck.
She listened carefully as Megan told her everything, then nodded and said, “Let’s fix this.”
The court moved faster than Megan had expected. Carol brought the real will, Tom’s letter, and the story
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Megan had lived through. The truth came out like sunlight through clouds. Jennifer was exposed—she had faked the will, lied, and nearly got away with it.
She didn’t.
The court stripped Jennifer of her law license. Charges were filed. Megan didn’t feel joy seeing her fall—just relief. Like something heavy had finally been lifted.
In the end, Megan kept the house. The car. The savings. But more than that, she kept something deeper—her children’s home.
Their place of safety. A piece of the life she and Tom had built together.
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One warm Sunday morning, Megan sat on the front porch. The kids laughed in the yard, chasing each other under the soft breeze.
Her coffee was warm in her hands. The trees swayed gently, sunlight flickering through the leaves.
Life wasn’t perfect. She still missed Tom. That ache hadn’t left. But it didn’t rule her anymore.
“Mom!” Lily called, running up with a bunch of wildflowers. “These are for you!”
Megan smiled and took them. “They’re beautiful, honey. Thank you.”
She looked at the sky, eyes soft, and whispered, “We’re going to be just fine.”
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