Chapter Fifty-Six: That's My Man
Hadley
Almost Three Years Later
I glance down at my phone, shifting in my seat as I cross my legs, and take a deep breath. Trick should have been here twenty minutes ago, and would have been if I wasn’t so damn forgetful. He’ll never forgive himself if he misses this, and it will be completely my fault. There’s ten more minutes before the lights go down and the rest of the recital starts.
Pursing my lips, I wonder if I should text him, but if he’s driving, he won’t answer the phone anyway. Not to mention for the past six months, I’ve already been a hell of a distraction. People are milling about, and I happen to be looking at the auditorium doors when they open and in steps my husband. I lift my hand up so he can see where I’m sitting, waving him over.
“You made it,” I smile over at him as he slides into the seat next to me, carrying the flowers I’d forgotten.