My late husband’s prized watch was left for our son in his will. My new husband says it would mean a lot to him if I gave it to his son from his first marriage, who just turned 18.
He insists it’s a small price for blending our families. I told him that blending families doesn’t mean erasing my son’s legacy. He called me selfish.
I stood in the kitchen, staring at the watch on the counter. It rested there in its little velvet box, glinting faintly in the morning sunlight. My late husband, David, wore that watch every day for years. It wasn’t just a timepiece; it was a piece of him.
