Marisol’s hair cascaded on the soft pillow.

Snuggling up to her husband’s shoulder, she said softly, “You’re absolutely right. Dad might not have said anything out loud, but I could tell he wanted to reconcile with her. He’s just concerned that we might not be too happy about it.”

Anders smiled, “What’s there to not be happy about? We would’ve lost Anderson if it wasn’t for Gwynn.”

She hugged her husband tightly in response.

She loved him with all of her heart. What was more, she also love