Every Little Thing

The first time I shook her hand, I knew she was the one.
But my breath stalled when I grazed the cool metal on her finger and when I looked down at that ring, my heart stopped.
Now, she’s back in town and after five years, I had no idea what’d happened. Instead of her husband standing by her side, holding her hand, there was a little girl.
I wanted to know their story.
Because when it came to Melanie, I needed to know every little thing.