“I assumed when I saw your Blazer still here this morning that you two finally figured out you were meant for each other,” Maureen said softly.
“Yeah,” Laurel and Scott said, looking at each other lovingly. Laurel couldn’t help but remember just the night before when she’d been so envious of a similar look shared by William and Cecilia.
She thought of Leslie. The thirty-five-year-old woman was proof somehow that adopted kids could belong. Even if their birth parents made mistakes, they weren’t destined to be unwanted. It was something Laurel had needed so badly to believe.
In that second, with Scott’s arms around her and her new friend smiling on, Laurel’s heart was completely filled with the miracle of love for the first time in her life. And once felt, she knew it was something she’d never be without again.
She had a home. A man who loved her. Friends who would share life’s ups and downs.
She belonged.
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