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.”

of its own.

Ari cried harder.

“I know, baby,” I whispered. “I miss her too.”

The words escaped before I realized what I was saying.

How could a baby miss someone she’d never met?

“I miss her too.”

I looked toward my phone lying on the rocking chair.

There was only one recording saved on it.

Sarah had made it during the last month of her pregnancy.

She’d laughed continue reading …