The Stranger in the House
I never planned to be a father. In fact, when I started dating Sarah, she made it clear that her life was complicated. She had a two-year-old son, Leo.
His biological father was a ghost—long gone before Leo could even walk.
I was just the boyfriend. The guy passing through.
I didn’t have a strategy. I just had time.
I sat on the floor and played with blocks. I wiped faces. I learned how to cut grapes into safe, tiny pieces.
I didn’t know it then, but I was building the foundation of my entire future.