No Longer The Foolish Wife

Tom. He was forced to return to our hometown, not alone, but

s polished pickup truck, a vehicle far n

l flowing blonde hair and sorrowful eyes, clutching a designer handbag. Kyle, a boy abo

m hissed, grabbing my arm and pulling me aside before I c

y son," I said, y

told me you've been under a lot of stress. We understand. It must be so hard,

s Kyle, who was now staring

ng with false sweetness. "Losing my brave husband... Kyle

of the grieving Gold Star widow. In my first life,

small table where Danny' s most prized possession sat: a delicate snow

he "accidentally" dropped it. It shattered on the wooden floor, th

ut a heartb

eigning concern. "Kyle, apo

sively, not even looking at the mess

se. "It's okay, sweetie. We can fix it." But I knew it

dinner I barely touched, To

acing. "This complaint you filed, it's a mess

, T

th me near the base, like we discussed. He' ll be listed as a distant relative' s kid I' m helping out. He needs to understand he' s a

om my first life. The same p

th the memory of the

om," I said, my voice trembling but f

choice, Sarah. I' m his father.

o of the past, but this time,