I Married a Single Mom with Two Daughters—One Week Later, They Took Me to Meet Their ‘Dad’ in the Basement.
When I married Rachel, I embraced her and her two daughters, Sophie and Mia. Our home was warm and welcoming —except for the basement. The girls acted strangely near it, and Rachel never mentioned it. One day, Mia drew a picture of her family, including a gray figure in a box. “That’s Daddy,” she said….
