As the weeks went by, things started to improve. Roger and I were communicating better, and the girls seemed happier. One evening, as we all sat down to dinner, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in years.
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“Mom, Dad, this is really nice,” Veronica said, smiling at us.
“It is, isn’t it?” I agreed, feeling Roger’s hand squeeze mine under the table.
We still had a long way to go, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like we were on the right path. My daughters were so happy, but deep inside, I felt a question haunting me. Could these shared smiles blossom into a lasting reunion, or were they fleeting flowers blooming from the ashes of a broken marriage?
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