All Chapters of Second Chance at Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Prologue“Mme., I’m so sorry for your loss. But rest assured, we’ve caught the drunk driver. We’ll make sure he gets what he deserves.” The police officer tells me.How can this happen? We only got married 5 months ago. What am I going to tell our daughter? She only 15. How do I tell her, her dad's never coming home again? How did we go from being the happiest we’ve ever been in our life, to this moment?I know the police officer is still talking to me, but I can’t hear him. I hear his voice but can’t make out the words.My husband is dead. He died. He died in a car crash. How can someone be this drunk at 7 in the morning? How the hell do I explain this to our daught

The rest of the week has been going by so slowly. Finally arriving home, I notice Kaylee looking at me strangely. “Hey mom, is it ok for me to go to Bree’s place for a sleepover tonight? Please?” She asks, her eyes fidgeting just as much as her feet.Why is she nervous asking me this? She’s always at Bree’s place.

I can’t believe it’s him. Of all people that could have shown up tonight, why him? My luck really sucks! I still remember the last time I ever talk to him. Still hurts just as much now as it did back then.*Memory*Exams are finally over and it's Friday! Yeah! Can’t wait to let loose at the party tonight. I’m even more excited I think I’ll finally tell Mathieu how I really feel about him. I’m pretty sure he already knows, but we never acknowledge it. We’ve been friends since before

Arriving at home, I turn off the jeep, I stayed seated in silence for a moment. No one else moves or speaks either. Taking my key out of the ignitions, I turn to the girls.“Let’s get your girls inside. I’ll get some pajamas and towels out. You can each take a turn in either the upstairs bathroom or the downstairs one.”Getting out, I open the front door to the house, letting in some very gloomy looking girls. Each taking turns showering, they all gather in the living room still looking gloomy. I ca

 “He’s…” How do I tell her who he is? I’m not even sure what he is to me anymore. We’re not friends. We haven’t been friends for a very long time. “He’s Benji friends. He was at his and Lanie’s place last night when you called me. He offered to help since he was sober.” That the only thing I can tell her for now without lying to her. I hate lies. “Oh! That was nice o