ZACH’S POV

Joan had taken the dress, her small hands running over the expensive fabric. "It’s pretty, Mommy. But why didn’t you come to my birthday?"

Selena’s smile faltered, and she glanced at me, seeking help. "I had to work, honey. But we can celebrate now, right?"

Joan had nodded, but the hurt in her eyes was evident. It was a moment that had stayed with me, a stark reminder of the choices Selena had made, and the impact those choices had on our family.

I looked at Joan, sleeping peacefully now, and vowed never to let her feel neglected or second place to anything.

Joan stirred slightly, a soft...