I grasped the papers with trembling hands. I could make out the phrases custody, dispute, and court, but the legalese was blurry.
My knees became weak. The life Adam and I had created for ourselves after Daniel vanished, the life I had spent a decade creating, was about to fall apart.
*A decade ago* Adam, Daniel’s three-year-old kid from his previous marriage, had come into my life like a tornado.
I believed I could help Daniel, a lovely but damaged guy. I believed that love was sufficient, and for a while it was.
The highlight of it all was Adam. My life was brightened by the little boy’s contagious giggle and large brown eyes.
As Daniel and I established a life together, it seemed so natural to become Adam’s stepmother. Even if it wasn’t flawless, I felt like I belonged there.
