I thought nothing could come between my fiancée and my daughter until the wedding plans unraveled a secret that left me reeling and forced me to choose where I truly belonged.
"Chocolate chip or blueberry?" I called out, wrestling with the griddle. I could hear Sarah's pencil tapping on the table.
She didn't look up from her notebook. "Chocolate chip, Dad. But only if you do the smiley faces." She tried to sound stern, but her mouth twitched into a grin.
"Chocolate chip or blueberry?"
"Deal," I said, pouring batter. "You want a silly face or something respectable for once?"
"Definitely silly. The last one looked like a duck with three eyes."
"That was a dragon, thank you very much." I wiggled the spatula at her, and she stuck out her tongue. Sunlight spilled across her hair, still wild from sleep.
School mornings were our time, just the two of us, filling the house with jokes and
pancake smells. But it hadn't always been like this.
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