So, I’m raising my 9-year-old daughter, Lily, on my own since my wife passed away. We’ve always been close, but lately, she’s been acting distant, cold even. Snapping at me, rummaging through my things—it felt off. Then came last Saturday.
Trent’s world came crashing down when he discovered a cryptic note in his nine-year-old daughter’s backpack: “I’m your real dad, come and see me.” His gut churned with suspicion, but…