Three years after her husband’s tragic death, Hillary thought that she had found love again.
But when her 6-year-old daughter reveals a chilling secret about her new stepdad, everything unravels…
After Charles, my husband, passed away in a freak work accident, my world fell apart.
For three years, I stumbled through life, keeping it together for my 6-year-old daughter, Maggie.
She was my everything. Is my everything.
Since then, she’s been the biggest reason for me to get out of bed. But after a while, even her sweet smiles couldn’t fill the aching void.
Then Jacob came along.
He had this warm smile that made you feel safe, like everything would be okay. He was patient, kind, and most importantly, he adored Maggie.
I saw my child light up around him in ways I hadn’t seen since my husband’s death.
Slowly, I let myself believe again. Maybe life after Charles did have happiness, and maybe that also involved another person, too.
“Hillary,” I imagined him saying. “We had years of being each other’s ‘great’ love, but it’s time to find another kind of love now.
Go be happy. Do it for Maggie. Do it for you.”
And so I did. I let Jacob in, and soon, a relationship blossomed.
Two months ago, I married Jacob on a little farm with a duck pond.
I thought I had found the missing piece of our family. Or at least, a piece that would help Maggie and I move on with our lives.
But sometimes, life doesn’t just throw you curveballs.
Instead, it aims straight for your heart.
Let me tell you everything.
One evening, as I tucked Maggie into bed, she clutched her favorite bunny tightly and looked at me with those big brown eyes.
“Mommy?” she said hesitantly.
“Yes, my love?” I asked. “What’s going on?”
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“New-Dad asked me to keep a secret from you. Is that okay?”
The words hit me like a punch to my core. My stomach twisted violently.
“Baby girl, you know you can call Jacob ‘Dad,’ right?” I asked, trying to pace myself before my little girl spewed out whatever secret she was going to unleash.
“I like New-Dad better,” she said, pouting. “So… is it okay? The secret?”
