I Married a Widower With Two Daughters — Then One of Them Led Me to the Basement and Asked if I Wanted to See Where Her Mother Lives

baby! I don’t know rules!”

I was heating soup when Grace came into the kitchen and tugged my sleeve.

Her face was serious.

“Do you want to meet my mom?”

I stared at her. “What?”

She nodded. “Do you want to meet my mom? She liked hide-and-seek too.”

Something cold moved through me.

“Grace,” I said carefully, “what do you mean?”

She frowned. “Do you want to continue reading …