My Fiancé Planned to Sell My House and Send My Son Away After Our Wedding—So I Left a Blue Folder Beside His Mother’s Plate at the Rehearsal Dinner
“Okay.”
I waited.
His next question came in a small voice.
“Can we stay in our house?”
I felt tears run down my cheeks.
“Yes.”
He exhaled.
“Good.”
I started the Buick.
Its belt gave the familiar squeal.