Two years after losing my wife, I never expected to find love again, let alone someone who could connect with my daughter, Sophie. Then came Amelia—kind, patient, and instantly adored by Sophie.
One day, at the park, Sophie hesitated to leave the swing set, but when Amelia offered to push her higher, Sophie’s face lit up. It felt like the beginning of something special.After Amelia and I married, we moved into her inherited home. Sophie loved her new “princess room,” and life seemed to be settling into place. But when I left for a business trip, things shifted.When I returned, Sophie ran to me, trembling. She whispered, “New mom is different when you’re gone. She locks herself in the attic and won’t let me in.” Her words made me uneasy,