I’m not a rich man. I own a small shoe repair shop. But with Laura and Grace, my life felt full in a way I’d never known. I planned to propose. I had the ring.
Then cancer took Laura from us.
Her last words still echo in me:
“Take care of my baby. You’re the father she deserves.”
And I did.
I adopted Grace and raised her on my own.
I never imagined the man who abandoned her would come back—let alone try to take her away.
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It was Thanksgiving morning. For years, it had been just the two of us. The kitchen smelled like turkey and cinnamon, warm and familiar. I was stirring gravy when Grace walked in.
“Can you mash the potatoes, sweetheart?” I asked.
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