Then Laura became ill. The kind of illness that rewrites everything. On her last night, she asked me to take care of Grace, calling me the father her daughter deserved. I promised her, knowing that promise would define the rest of my life.
After Laura’s death, grief filled the house. Grace and I learned how to survive together. I adopted her legally, but the truth had already been written in our shared days. I was her father, not by blood, but by choice, love, and an unbreakable bond.
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