*Archer*
I stood at the threshold of Samantha's parents' house, my heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. The large oak doors, adorned with intricate carvings, seemed to loom over me, a physical manifestation of the formidable task ahead. I knew this visit was not merely about delivering a wedding invitation but about proving my worth and seeking acceptance from those who had shaped Samantha's life.
I know I shouldn't be doing this without Mimi's permission, but I wanted to see if the last few days and the shocking truth that Mimi's grandma bestowed upon us had changed Henderson's heart. The guy seemed shocked, almost devastated, when his mother delivered the bomb news. Well, who wouldn't? After decades of hating someone else for the crime your mother committed, it would mess up a
