I thought I was coming home to close a chapter. To finally thank the man who stepped in when my father stepped out. But what I found instead shattered everything I believed about the man I almost called Dad.
The Man Who Stepped In
My biological father disappeared before I could form a single memory of him. From the time I was old enough to speak, it was just me and my mother—us against the world. She worked two jobs, made dinner every night, kissed my forehead before every exam. And when I was 15, she brought home a man named Gary.
