My Husband Left Our Seven Sons for My Sister—Then Our Eldest Sent His Wedding a Box With One Promise at the Bottom
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t want a delivery taking over the reception.”
Marjorie was close enough to hear as Claire placed the box on a small table.
She used the scissors from the reception supplies to open the tape.
The pacifier was first.
“Whose?”
“Ben’s,” Daniel answered after looking at it.
Claire read Elliot’s note about the nights he had stayed awake.