*Eliza*

“This place is….” I couldn’t even form words….

Jared carried me through the white picket fence gate that surrounded the front yard. He carried me up the stone walkway lined with ground-creeping roses that were closed for the night.

On the covered porch, there was a bench swing, and the garden around the porch was stunning.

I could practically see our child playing in the yard when they got older.

My heart swelled and I clung to Jared ...