Being married again was surreal. I never thought I could top the day Ryan and I wed, until I had the twins, and then Emmy. But after Ryan died, I assumed that was it for me; there wouldn't be a happily-ever-after, no white knight riding in and sweeping me off my feet, and no man would ever want me or the skeletons from my closet. Jase surpassed any romantic fantasy I ever had, and it was as if he couldn't see the negatives in my past and only the good in my present and future. I didn't know what we'd face when we got home, but united, we were inseparable.
As the plane touched down, I held my husband's hand and wondered what was going through his head. We'd had a blissful couple of days, but we'd just made a monumental commitment, and none of the people who meant the most to him were a pa
