My Husband Passed Away, Leaving Me With Six Kids — I Thought The Hardest Part Was Over… Until I Looked Under My Son’s Mattress

I gathered the papers and drove to Birch Lane, where Jade lived, the drive feeling surreal. What if she slammed the door? What if she hated me?

At the front door, Jade’s face drained of color. Behind her, Thea peeked out nervously, dark wavy hair and Grant’s unmistakable eyes.

“You,” I said.

“Meg?” Jade whispered. “Where’s Grant?”