After My Wife Died, I Fell in Love Again—Then My Little Daughter Pointed at My New Wife During Dinner and Whispered, “She’s a Monster.”

it.

She didn’t say anything.

Another evening, Claire tucked Ari into bed. Five minutes later, Ari walked into my room carrying her blanket.

“Daddy?”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Can Mommy sing?”

I knew exactly which mommy she meant.

So I played Sarah’s lullaby.

Ari smiled, hugged her stuffed rabbit, and drifted to sleep before the song ended.

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