I don't want to believe this. I know most people would love to have such an opportunity to turn back the clock and maybe change something. But I just prefer my life this way. Healed and nearly sane. With a family of my own.
I take a deep breath, trying to regain my balance and regretting telling Lucas to stay at home with the kids. I should have asked his mom to watch them. I'm definitely not as capable of handling this alone as I believed I was. Good God.
Ok, I'm in the car. And he's not interested in the parking lot. There is a lot of customers swarming around the counter.

It's been fifteen years, how should I know whether it's him or not? I mean, Millie was only six when it all happened, she most certainly can be wrong about this man. For a moment I seriously consider calling her or my husband, but ultimately I restrain from it. It's my dirty laundry. I have to wash it myself. If there actually is dirty laundry and it all is not just a delusion of grandeur. I sigh. I birthed three children, became the CEO of a huge company, and successfully built a home with a man. While we both mentally struggled. And we were both twenty years old. I can walk into a stupid flower shop and take a look at an assistant who probably won't recognize me, even if somehow he is my father. I mean, I only just turned eleven back then. There's no way he would be able to tell it's me.

Get it together, Ava.
I get out of the car. My hands begin to tremble as I reach for the remote and close the doors. It's boiling hot. That definitely doesn't make it easier for me to be out here. I hate weather like this. It makes me feel like I'm going to faint. In front of a group of some teenagers devouring ice cream in the...