Good schools. Food on the table. A childhood without eviction notices or uncertainty.
Was it wrong to accept that?
“Yes.”
Richard’s face brightened.
He slipped the ring onto my finger and hugged me gently.
For the next five years, I expected some hidden price for the decision I had made.
None came.
Richard never pressured me to share his bedroom, and he never asked Emily to call him her father.
He gave us space, respect, and security.
He spoiled Emily, but not simply with expensive gifts.
He spent hours teaching
