The tension in the room lifted, and a murmur of approval rippled through the guests. It wasn’t a perfect resolution, but it was a start. As the music resumed and people returned to their conversations, Marcus leaned down and kissed my forehead. “I love you,” he whispered, and I could see the pride in his eyes.
It was Ivy who broke the spell, tugging at my dress. “Are we okay, Mom?” she asked, her voice small and hopeful.
I smiled down at her, my heart swelling with gratitude and love. “Yes, sweetheart,” I assured her, glancing at Marcus and then at Dolores, who was still standing there, letter in hand. “We’re more than okay. We’re a family.”