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