At My Mother’s Funeral, A Recognition That Rewrote My Love Story

as some elaborate revenge on James?” I asked, the possibility sickening me, making me question everything I thought I knew about us.

“No,” Michael said with absolute firmness. “Our meeting was coincidence. Getting to know you was choice. Falling in love with you was inevitable once I knew who you really were.”

He stepped closer, his eyes holding mine continue reading …