Including the one with Lisa’s name on it.

Exactly where it belonged.

Because my daughter had never been baggage.

She was never something I dragged behind me.

She was never another man’s responsibility.

And she was never the price Brandon had to pay to marry me.

She was standing beside us before the vows.

She was in our family picture before the wedding.

And long before Brandon put a ring on my finger, he had already chosen to hold on to both of us.