No matter how old we get, to me, she’ll always be the same sweet girl I married, who thought about everyone except herself
“Look what I have for my favorite wife.”
The confusion on Lillian’s face hits me like a punch to the gut. Is it so unusual for me to give her a gift? Or is this something even worse…?
It takes only a moment for her to recover.
“I better be your only wife,” she says with a playful smile, a comment so typically Lillian that my breathing eases.
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