While we were unpacking at the new house, Teddy had quietly offered to leave the photos of Logan boxed up, but I’d pulled her into my arms and told her no. Dalton and Penny—and someday Bea, too—need to have those reminders of where they’d come from. The love Teddy and I have, this life we’ve taken the chance on, isn’t threatened or diminished by the life she had with Logan. I know that, now. And they deserve to know who he was and how loved they were by both of them.
