And during every one of those seven years, I carried his dreams on my shoulders.
I worked double shifts, sold anything valuable I owned, and sacrificed every comfort imaginable so he could finish college, pass his licensing exams, and secure a position at Sterling Global, one of the most powerful corporations in the country.
That night was supposed to mean everything.
The company was hosting an extravagant gala celebrating Ethan’s promotion to Vice President of Operations.
I had spent months quietly saving money to buy a simple but elegant navy-blue gown because I wanted to stand proudly beside him and celebrate everything we had sacrificed to achieve together.
But less than an hour before we were supposed to leave, I smelled smoke drifting through the backyard.
My stomach tightened immediately.
I rushed through the kitchen and ran outside.
And then I saw it.
Ethan already stood there wearing an expensive black tuxedo.
Beside the old grill, he held a bottle of lighter fluid.
