Last week, he brought her with him.
Kaylee knelt at Sarah’s grave, placed a bouquet of daisies, and whispered, “Thank you for saving me. I’ll live my life to make you proud.”
I couldn’t speak.
Mike and I aren’t strangers anymore. He helps around the house. Checks on my kids. His wife bakes for my daughter. We’ve become an unlikely family — bound by love, gratitude, and the legacy of a woman who gave without expecting anything in return.
