He Mocked Me as a “Poor Single Mom” at My Daughter’s Wedding. One Question Made His Smile Crack.

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I leaned against my truck, warmth spreading through me despite the October chill. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

“I really think this is it, Mom. I think he might be the one.” She laughed, that bright sound I hadn’t heard enough of lately. “His last name is Sullivan. George Sullivan. Michelle Sullivan. Doesn’t that sound perfect?”

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