Sarah

“You look fine,” Sydney assures me, resting his hand on my thigh as he drives us toward the castle the next afternoon. Rain patters against the windshield, and the frigid landscape is suddenly changed–the silver glow replaced by deeper shades of brown, black, and red.

Spring is nearly here.

A few months ago, I was pacing in my apartment wondering how’d I’d survive alone, with an infant, with an empty refrigerator and barely any money left.

Now I’m sitting beside my mate on our way to break the news to his family.

I squeeze Sydney’s hand and look over at him. His blue eyes soften, but his brows are...