Timothy and I didn’t fall in love quickly or easily. We talked—a lot. We disagreed, figured out what mattered, and what didn’t. I told him what Walter’s stunt had cost me that month, and he listened without guilt or money talk.
Weeks passed. Slowly, something shifted. I started laughing in a way I hadn’t in years—the kind that bursts from your chest without warning. And I realized it was because of who Timothy was when nothing else was involved. Not what he had. Just who he was.
The Ending I Never Expected
This Saturday, we’re getting married.
Walter asked if he could walk me down the aisle, knowing my father is gone.
“I owe you at least that much,” he said.
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