My New Wife’s Seven-Year-Old Daughter Always Cried When We Were Alone — And My Wife Brushed It Off As Nothing More Than Hatred

near the creek. “Scout says there’s a frog!”

I walked down to her. Together, we watched a small green frog cling to a mossy stone.

“Do you think he’s scared?” Harper asked.

“Maybe,” I said. “But he knows where home is.”

She slipped her hand into mine. Her grip was steady. Trusting.

“Ethan?”

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Mom thought she was burying us, didn’t she?”

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