My Stepson Whispered Me Aside Moments Before the Wedding, ‘Don’t Marry…
The first time I met Jason, it was in a small coffee shop in Oakville.
He was juggling a phone call about work while trying to pay for his drink, and in the middle of it all, his credit cards slipped from his hands and scattered across the floor.
I bent down to help him, and he offered a sheepish grin. “Thanks. I swear I’m not usually this much of a mess.”