Then she asked us to go with her somewhere. We followed her car to the cemetery on the edge of town. She led us to a headstone and stepped aside.
The moment I saw the name carved into the stone, I couldn’t move.
Ryan, beloved husband & father.
Lily grabbed my hand so hard that it hurt.
Andrea looked down for a moment, then said softly, “Seven years ago, Ryan reached out to me out of nowhere. We’d been divorced for years, and he’d had full custody of the boys ever since I went through a difficult chapter in my life. So when he asked me to take them, I just stared at him. Then he showed me his medical records.” She stopped and looked at me with tears in her eyes. “Stage four cancer.”
I closed my eyes.
She asked us to go with her somewhere.
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