When I met my now-wife, she had a 3-year-old daughter.
When she was around 4, she even started calling me “Daddy.”
She’s 13 now, and her biological dad drifts in and out of her life.
Last night, she was visiting with her bio dad when I got a text from her:
“Can you come pick me up?”
My heart sank. Something wasn’t right.
I drove over immediately. When I pulled up, she came running to my car. Her little hands clutched the straps of her backpack, and her eyes were red, like she’d been holding back tears.
