Every father at the water park seemed to be shirtless, sunburned, and laughing under the brutal summer sun.
Except my husband.
Mark stood beside the lazy river in ninety-five-degree heat wearing a soaked long-sleeve swim shirt that clung to him like a second skin. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his shoulders stiff, his eyes fixed anywhere but on me…. Continue Reading ⬇️
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