Not loudly.
Just once.
Because I knew Adrian.
He did not want reconciliation.
He wanted an audience.
Eight years earlier, Major Adrian Vale had left our marriage convinced I was manipulative, desperate and incapable of accepting that he wanted out.
Now he had a successful military career.
A beautiful fiancée.
And, apparently, enough confidence to invite me into his new life as though the old one had never happened.
I almost deleted the message.
Then one of my sons walked into the kitchen.
“Mom?”
I looked up.
Ethan, the oldest, stood there holding a cereal bowl.
Behind him were Daniel, Noah and Samuel.
Four boys.
Four different personalities.
One impossible resemblance.
They all had Adrian’s dark eyes.
The same straight nose.
The same stubborn jaw.
Even the same little crease between their eyebrows whenever they were confused.
I looked at them.
Then at Adrian’s invitation.
And suddenly, I knew exactly what I was going to do.
I typed one sentence.
We’ll be there.
Then I pressed send.
