My six-year-old grandson begged me to stop giving his father $25,000 a month—so I followed him and uncovered a secret that changed everything about my daughter’s death

slowly. “Yeah, it really does.”

“You don’t have to force yourself to love me right away,” Nina added with a warm smile.

Alvin looked down at his shoes before asking softly, “Did you know my grandmother Abby?”

Nina pressed her hand against her lips to suppress a sob. “She was my mom, Alvin, and she loved you more than anything in this world.”

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