At an amusement park, Lizzi shared a painful memory—James, her other “father,” had taken her away, and she believed I would come with her. She wanted to go back to Claire, the woman who had been there for her. In that moment, I realized that Lizzi needed love and stability, not just toys or ice cream.Eventually,
Claire and I reached a silent agreement. We would raise Lizzi together, as neighbors and close friends, providing her with the love and care she needed. We taught Lizzi that family isn’t just about blood—it’s about the people who stand by you through thick and thin.