Sometimes, it's hard to think that you're not your husband's first anything. Not his first love, first spouse, or the first one he had a child with. And even with his past wife, she wasn't anyone bad. She was a good person who got sick and passed away.

"You're gonna break that plate with how hard you're scrubbing," Mason points out, setting down his briefcase when he gets home while you're in the kitchen. "What's wrong?" he asks, observant as ever.

It's not like you wanted to feel insecure; you know Mason loves you. His son also loves you, but sometimes you feel like an outsider in your home.