OSTARA’S POVDonna stopped in the doorway, eyes wide, cheeks pink, hair still messy from sleep. She took us in—Anthony kneeling in front of me, my hands on his shoulders, our faces too close to misinterpret.Her mouth fell open. “Are you and Daddy getting married again?”Anthony froze. My brain short-circuited.“I—Donna…” I began, heat rushing up my neck.Anthony stood, steadying himself with a hand on my chair. “Come here, sweetheart.”She padded in, cautious and hopeful. “Are you?”“We’re… not there yet,” I said carefully. “But Daddy and I are together again. And we’re very happy.”“Like boyfriend-girlfriend?” she asked.Anthony’s lips twitched. “Something like that. And we’re a team again. The three of us.”She nodded, then asked, very seriously, “What about Cameron?”There it was—the name that still ached, even if the choice didn’t.“Cameron and I decided not to get married,” I said softly. “We still care about each other. But it wasn’t right.”“Is he sad?”“Yes,” I admitted. “And
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