she could approve the picture afterward.
Dating terrified her even more.
Her biological father had disappeared years earlier, leaving me to explain why one man who was supposed to love her had chosen not to stay.
Henry entered our lives later.
He never tried to replace anyone.
He simply kept showing up.
And he never treated Marissa like a stepdaughter.
Eventually, she stopped waiting for him to disappear too.
Still, she never brought boys home.
Not once.
Then six months ago, she called me.
Something in her voice made me sit down.
“Mom… I met somebody.”
Now that somebody was standing on my porch.
I opened the door.
Graham was handsome in an almost annoyingly effortless way.
For one ugly second, a thought slipped into my head.
Please don’t let this be some joke.
I hated myself for thinking it.
Graham held out a bottle of wine.
“Mercy?”
“That’s me.”
