On my wedding day, I walked in with a black eye. My fiancé stood beside me… and when he looked at my mother, he smiled. Then he said, “She needed to learn.” The room burst into laughter. And that’s when I did something no one expected.
The question felt like a lifeline. Olivia had been so focused on survival, on simply getting through the wedding and the painful confrontation with her mother and fiancé, that she hadn’t stopped to consider what she truly needed now.
She swallowed hard and looked up at Aunt Linda, her gaze uncertain. “I don’t continue reading …
