My new wife’s seven-year-old daughter burst into tears every time we were left alone together. Whenever I gently asked her what was wrong, she would only shake her head silently. My wife would just laugh it off and say, “She simply doesn’t like you.”
I had married her mother only three weeks earlier. Harper was seven, old enough to understand that everything around her had changed, but too young to have any say in it. A new man in the hallway. A new name on school forms. A new adult promising he would stay, when life may have…
