I Married a Terminally Ill Single Father After He Begged Me t0 Raise His Little Daughter When He Was Gone…

To the grocery store.

In the car.

Even into the bathroom if I didn’t stop her.

After the accident, the hospital returned a bag containing Josie’s belongings.

I emptied it twice.

Mr. Bunny wasn’t there.

It made no sense that something so small bothered me so much when I had lost my entire family.

But it did.

Some nights I would lie awake wondering where that rabbit had gone.

His disappearance became another piece of Josie I had failed to bring home.