Everything in Reyona constricted, stretched and laser-focused on the man stepping towards her in a tuxedo that was a replica of what Junior had on.

Everything else, including the kids in the background, faded as Reyona couldn't feel, see or think anything else as he stepped towards her and bent down to hold her hands.

He gently extracted the bouquet from her hand and set it on the seat beside her.

Then, with his gaze firmly on hers, he drew her up until she was in his arms.

His thumbs slowly wiped her tears away before he bent to kiss down the path of the tear stains on her face....