I went to the door expecting heartbreak and found Daniel—a family friend Lily adores. She pointed at him proudly, calling him “dad.” He’d once joked about it, but to her, it meant something real.
We shared dinner, and the tension softened. That night, she hugged me and whispered, “You’re my real dad.” That’s when I knew—I hadn’t lost her. Her heart had simply made room for more love.
