He Married a Forensic Accountant and Decided Fraud Was a Good Hobby. He Forgot Who My Father Was

Love is the one who shows up.

Everything else is commentary.

Then my phone lit up.

A text from Rowan. Mom loved the watch.

Coming home Monday.

Don’t start another fight.

I took a screenshot of it.

Because Rowan still believed I was the woman who cried, and forgave, and stayed.