My stepson begged me, “Don’t marry my dad.” The reason made me faint at the altar.

A glimmer of agreement

After a long pause, Tim nodded slightly. “I’ll think about it,” he murmured almost inaudibly, but those few words sounded like a conquest. I smiled, feeling that I had taken a small step forward. I leaned over, touching him lightly in a gesture of encouragement. “You know where to find me,” I added softly. With that recognition, I saw a spark of hope emerge, as if the barrier between us was finally beginning to give way.

A Glimpse of Agreement