My husband took my stepdaughter to Christmas with his ex and told me I wasn’t her real mother—so I chose myself, walked away, and rebuilt a life they never saw coming.

it. “I’m sad sometimes too.”

Mariana sat beside her. “That’s okay.”

“But I’m happy here.”

“That’s okay too.”

Camila studied the gingerbread house. “Can a person have two homes?”

Mariana reached for a gumdrop. “A person can have as many homes as there are places where they are loved safely.”

Camila nodded, satisfied.

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