Instead, she had given Glen the chance to make one thing unmistakably clear.
As the song ended, he looked at me over Lily’s shoulder.
“This is family,” he mouthed.
And for the first time, I knew without a doubt that Lily believed it too.
I Spent Months Crocheting a Dress for My 8-Year-Old Daughter to Wear as My Flower Girl at Our Wedding, but My Future MIL Destroyed It – Her Son Didn’t Let Her Get Away with It
