So weeks earlier, he’d asked me if I’d be willing to do something during his mother-son dance.
The plan was simple.
Nathan and Isabella would have their dance as scheduled.
Nathan had worried she felt shut out.
Then, for the final minute of the song, I would join them.
Not because anyone owed Isabella proof that she mattered.
I had agreed because I wanted her to know there was room for both of us in Nathan’s family.
It was supposed to be a surprise.
I wanted her to know there was room for both of us in Nathan’s family.
***
Isabella stared at him.
“Andrea was going to join our dance?”
“Yes.”
“She agreed to that?”
“She wanted to.”
Then Nathan said the words that finally drained the color from his mother’s face.
“I canceled that part.”
“She agreed to that?”
Isabella blinked.
“You what?”
“You still get our dance. I promised you that.”
