Chapter 22
Four years passed in the blink of an eye.
Sophie graduated from Stanford with honors.
Top of her class.
Biology major.
Chemistry minor.
She’d already been accepted to Stanford Medical School.
Full scholarship.
We flew out for the graduation.
The whole family.
Fourteen of us again.
All wearing custom shirts that said “SOPHIE’S #1 FAN.”
She laughed when she saw us.
“You guys are so embarrassing,” she said.
But she was crying.
And she loved every second of it.
After the ceremony, she gave the biggest hug to Daniel.
Then to Tom.
Then to me.
“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear. “For everything. For fighting for me. For never giving up. I wouldn’t be here without you. None of this would be possible without you.”
I held her tight.
“You did this,” I said. “All of it. I just held on for the ride.”
That summer, she turned twenty-two.
She and Ryan got engaged.
He proposed at the same beach in Hawaii where Tom had proposed to me.
It was perfect.
They set the wedding for the following summer.
Back home in Austin.
In our backyard.
Where Tom and I had gotten married.
Full circle.
Medical school was hard.
Harder than anything she’d ever done.
She called some nights crying.
Exhausted.
Overwhelmed.
But she never quit.
She kept going.
Just like I’d taught her.
Just like she’d always done.
She spent her rotations in the allergy department.
Working with kids just like her.
Kids who were scared.
Kids who felt different.
Kids who needed someone to fight for them.
She was going to be an amazing doctor.
I knew it.
The wedding was even more beautiful than ours had been.
Sophie was the most beautiful bride in the world.
Daniel walked her down the aisle.
He cried the whole way.
Tom performed the ceremony—he’d gotten ordained online just for the occasion.
Ryan’s vows made everyone cry.
Sophie’s vows made everyone cry harder.
“To my mom,” she said, looking directly at me. “You are my hero. You taught me what it means to be brave. What it means to love unconditionally. What it means to fight for the people you love, even when it’s hard. I wouldn’t be the woman I am today without you. I love you more than words can say.”
I was sobbing.
Jessica had to hand me tissues.
Afterward, we danced.
Sophie danced with Daniel.
Then with Tom.
Then with me.
“Thank you for letting me have two dads,” she said as we danced. “For loving me enough to let all these people love me too.”
“You make it easy,” I said.
That night, after everyone had left, I sat on the porch swing with Tom.
Just like we had on our wedding night.
“Can you believe it?” he said. “Our little girl is married. A doctor in training. Taking over the world.”
“I know,” I said. “It feels like yesterday she was seven years old, grabbing her throat, gasping for air. And now look at her.”
“Look at us,” he said. “Who would have thought, all those years ago, that we’d end up here? Happily married. Successful. Surrounded by people who love us.”
“Not me,” I said. “There were days I thought we’d never be happy again. Days I thought the fear would never go away.”
“But it did,” he said.
“It did,” I agreed.
I rested my head on his shoulder.
I looked at the stars.
The same stars I’d looked at so many nights when I was scared.
When I was alone.
They looked different now.
Brighter.
Friendlier.
Full of hope.
“Life is funny,” I said. “The worst thing that ever happened to us led to the best things. If Evelyn had never done what she did, I never would have left Dallas. Never would have started my business. Never would have met you. Never would have built this family. It’s strange how that works.”
“Everything happens for a reason,” Tom said.
“I don’t know if I believe that,” I said. “I think bad things just happen. Sometimes to good people. But I do believe that we get to choose what we do with the pain. We can let it break us. Or we can let it make us stronger. Better. Kinder.”
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I squeezed his hand.
“I chose to let it make me fight harder. For Sophie. For myself. For every other kid out there who needs someone to fight for them. And I’d make the same choice again. Every single time.”
