Most people only get one second chance at life. Mine came with three extra hearts. When my sister passed away, I became a mother overnight and learned a harsh, unforgettable lesson: love is a luxury you earn back in scraps. I already had my son, Harry, and somehow, with hand-me-down backpacks and budget freezer meals, we made it work. I was not looking for romance or a new beginning until I met Oliver. He was charming without trying too hard and incredibly kind without putting on a show for the people around us. On our third date, I sat him...
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