Coffee became walks, dinners, and long conversations. John and I discovered shared scars—both abandoned by former partners, both building lives from what remained. Owen adored him instantly. Margaret became “Grandma Margaret,” always cooking extra and cheering quietly from the sidelines.
A year later, John and I married under the oak tree in her backyard. Owen proudly carried the rings. A few months after, John adopted him, making “Dad” official on paper. Every time Owen asks, “Mom, remember when we met Grandma Margaret at the store?” I smile: “Of course I do.”
That day at the checkout line, I didn’t just pay for someone’s groceries. I opened the door to a new family, a safer future for my child, and a love I never expected to find standing in line.
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