I never imagined my daughter Penelope would look at me with such disappointment. Her eyes, once filled with love, now avoided mine. Something had changed between us, and I needed to fix it before it tore us apart.For sixteen years, my husband Sam has been my constant. We met in college, and he became my chosen family. I grew up with a single mother, working tirelessly to support us. When she passed away,
last year, her death left me lost and questioning everything, especially after discovering long-kept family secrets.Now, it’s just Sam, Penelope, and me in our small, loving home. Our days were filled with simple routines—dinners, laughter, and love.But recently, everything changed. Sam went away for work, and Penelope stopped talking to me. During a tense dinner, she snapped, her cold eyes accusing me of something I didn’t understand. Later, she refused to speak, and I spent hours outside her door, begging for answers.Then,