Sophia looked up at me.
“Mommy… are we still seeing Daddy?”
I knelt beside her.
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“When?”
“Very soon.”
She smiled again.
Children recover hope so easily.
Adults forget how.
Just then the elevator doors opened.
Dominic stepped out wearing a perfectly tailored black tuxedo.
He looked exactly the way he had on our wedding day.
Confident.
Handsome.
Completely unaware his life was about to change.
His left arm rested comfortably around a beautiful woman in an emerald evening gown.
