Chapter 83
- Stacey’s POV:
- I kept telling myself this was the life I wanted.
- Each morning, I rose to the sound of my children’s laughter spilling down the hallway. Each evening, Michael’s hands brushed against mine in the kitchen as we cooked together. He was steady, dependable, everything I had once begged God for during those nights I cried alone in bed, terrified of the future.