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Chapters (55)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Content
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Epilogue
  55. Also by Laura Branchflower

“You get used to it,” Phil assured him. He wouldn’t admit it, but Lina knew Matt was starting to grow on him. Phil had stopped complaining that Matt was at the house too much, and if he needed another pair of strong arms for something, Phil would ask for Matt’s help if he saw him before Logan.

Megan was next, looking beautiful and older than her nineteen years as she took her place beside Katie.

“Did Alice invite Julian?” Phil asked.

Lina followed his gaze to see Julian sitting beside Shiloh, who miraculously was almost one hundred percent recovered from her injuries. As promised, Julian had stepped up and treated Shiloh like a precious flower during her recovery, but Lina was only cautiously optimistic that the change was permanent. “She’s giving him another chance,” Lina said.

“We’re not.”

“I know. Shh, here they come,” Lina said as Logan, looking more like a man than a boy in a black tuxedo, began to walk Alice down the aisle. “She’s beautiful,” Lina whispered as they came to their feet. In a cocktail-length white wedding gown, her hair swept up in a chignon bun, Alice Rayburn shined like a bride.

“She is,” Phil agreed.

As Lina’s eyes focused on her parents standing before a minister, she thought of her own marriage and the promises she and Phil made to each other all those years ago. Phil broke one of those promises, testing the very strength of the foundation binding their family together—a foundation conceived, built and nurtured by years of shared experiences. And as painful as the past year had been, their foundation was now stronger, not because of the infidelity, but because when they believed their foundation was crumbling, the thousands of memories it was built upon flashed before their eyes, reminding them of what they knew when they saw each other across that dance floor twenty-five years earlier—they belonged together.

“Where are you?” Phil’s voice in Lina’s ear pulled her from her reflections.

“With you,” she answered as she took his hand. “Always with you.”

Also by Laura Branchflower

Also by Laura Branchflower

When I Saw You

A Sense of Belonging

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