to stay.”
He lowered his head and drove away.
I watched his SUV disappear beyond the trees.
Lily slipped her hand into mine.
Marcus stood on my other side.
Together, we entered the house.
The coffee mug remained on its shelf.
Its crooked letters, chipped handle, and ridiculous yellow flower were unchanged.
I picked it up and smiled.
For years, I’d believed that mug represented everything Logan and I had lost.
Standing beside my children, I finally saw what it represented.
What remained.
Not a failed marriage, an abandoned woman,
