I built my entire life around that kid. In the real, exhausting, beautiful way where you’re heating up chicken nuggets at midnight and making sure her favorite stuffed rabbit was always within reach when nightmares came.
I switched to a steadier schedule at the hospital. Started a college fund the minute I could afford it. We weren’t rich… not even close. But Avery never had to wonder if there’d be food on the table or if someone would show up for her school events.
I showed up. Every single time.
I built my entire life around that kid.
She grew into this sharp, funny, stubborn girl who pretended she didn’t care when I cheered too loud at her soccer games but would scan the bleachers to make sure I was there.
By 16, she had my sarcasm and her mother’s eyes. (I only knew that from one small photograph the police had given the caseworker.)
She’d climb into my passenger seat after school, toss her backpack down, and say things like, “Okay, Dad, don’t freak out, but I got a B+ on my chemistry test.”
By 16, she had my sarcasm and her mother’s eyes.
“That’s good, honey.”
“No, it’s tragic. Melissa got an A, and she doesn’t even study.” She’d roll her eyes dramatically, but I could see the smile tugging at her lips.
She was my whole heart.
Meanwhile, I didn’t date much. When you’ve watched people disappear, you get selective about who gets close.
She was my whole heart.v
“You don’t understand,” she snapped. “I was trying to save you.”
“By framing my daughter? By stealing from me? Are you insane?”
“She’s NOT your daughter,” Marisa hissed.
