When we met, it was the summer of Shania Twain, Mocha Iced lipstick, motorcycle rides, and the summer I became a 17-year old mother.
But then you left us.
Now, you're back to walk our daughter down the aisle. And a second chance?
I survived medical school. I survived raising our daughter alone. I survived never knowing what was better than us. I won't survive giving you a second chance. I'm no longer that lovesick 17-year old girl.
A second chance medical romance. Not all second chances are the same. Some are heart-breakingly beautiful.