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Stacy—We're leaving pt 3
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2025-02-18 11:44:00His eyes fell closed as he held her close. When they opened again, I watched him cry for the first time since I've known him. Two solitary tears fell down his cheeks while our eyes locked.
He wiped them away so she wouldn't see, but kept his eyes on mine, squeezing my hand, before he pulled me into the hug and said, "My girls."
After a quick, lively breakfast in which Scott carried the conversation, we posed for another photo. Then we got into the car and headed for Willow's graduation.
As we took our place in the crowd of doting parents that were there to see their children graduate, Lisa finally spoke for the first time since inviting us to breakfast.
"Your father has started a manhunt for Stacy and knows where you are, because I told him after he called and told me who she is," said Lisa, immediately setting Scott off.
I took his hand in mine, squeezed
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