A month after adopting Jennifer, she looked up at me with wide eyes and whispered, “Mommy, don’t trust Daddy.” Her words struck a chord, igniting doubts I couldn’t ignore. Could Richard be hiding something?
Jennifer, our long-awaited daughter, had quickly felt like part of the family, but her words hinted at a fear I couldn’t dismiss. Richard, overjoyed, showered her with affection, yet her wariness lingered.
One day, while planning a family outing, Richard offered Jennifer ice cream. She barely nodded and clung to my hand, her quiet hesitation making me wonder if something deeper was troubling her.
That night, as I tucked her in, Jennifer repeated, “Don’t trust Daddy.” My heart sank. I tried to reassure her, but her words stayed with me.
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