Two years later, my daughter told me she was dating him.
Rowan had always been driven and unapologetically decisive. By twenty-four, she already had her MBA and was climbing fast in a competitive marketing firm. She knew exactly what she wanted—and she never waited for approval.
When she sat me down in my living room, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes shining. I felt a knot form in my stomach before she even spoke.
“Mom, I’m in love,” she said. I smiled automatically.
Then she said his name.