When Lily started hiding her toys and crying alone in her room, I knew something was wrong. My stepdaughters acted sweet around us, but Lily’s fear told another story. So, I came up with a plan to uncover what was really going on in our home.
I’m 38, though some days it feels like I’ve lived enough life to be twice that age.Healthier Living
My first husband passed unexpectedly when our daughter, Lily, was just three years old. That loss split our little world right down the middle.
I spent years moving through each day on autopilot — working, parenting, and grieving quietly so Lily wouldn’t see how much it all hurt.
Dating was the last thing on my mind. I couldn’t imagine bringing someone new into the home that still felt so connected to the family we had lost.
