Louis
“Do you love her?” Bella’s question caught me off guard.
We were sitting together in the old nursery. Liam moved between us, exploring the toys that had been dusted off and cleaned up in his honor. Some of the items in that room were antiques, they had been Bella’s toys, my toys, even my father’s toys, like the rocking horse in the corner that had a mane and a tail made from real horse hair. I hadn’t set foot in that room in almost sixteen years. Watching my grandson push around a large diecast model of a locomotive made me feel sad and nostalgic.
I picked up an old doll that Bella had favored as a child and smoothed down its curly blond hair. “I didn’t think I could ever love another woman after your mother,” I admitted quietly. “More than that, I didn’t want to. A part
