After my first husband passed away, life felt like it had stopped.
For two years it was just me and my daughter, Maggie. She was only six, but she tried to be brave for me. Every night she slept with her stuffed bunny and asked when life would feel normal again.
I didn’t think I would ever love again.
But then I met Daniel.
He was kind, patient, and incredibly gentle with Maggie. He never tried to replace her father, but he slowly became someone she trusted. After a year of dating, we got married.
For the first time since my husband died, our home felt warm again.
At least… I thought it did.
