At 39, Amber had given up on love—until she met Steve at her dad’s BBQ. He was kind, familiar, and unexpectedly perfect.
Six months later, they married, and Amber finally believed in second chances.
But on their wedding night, she found Steve talking softly to someone who wasn’t there: “I wanted you to see this, Stace.
I wish you could’ve been here.” Amber froze.When she asked, Steve confessed—Stacy was his daughter, killed in a crash with her mother.
He still spoke to her in quiet moments. Fearing it would scare Amber off, he’d kept it hidden.
But Amber didn’t run. She held his hand and said, “You’re not alone anymore.”
Love didn’t erase his grief—but now, he didn’t have to carry it alone.
