The Unexpected Visit
About a week later, our doorbell rang. When I opened the door, a man stood there with a stroller and a sweet little girl inside.
He motioned to the stroller. “This is Megan. I’m her uncle.” My heart immediately lifted. Megan looked up, smiled when she saw me, and her eyes were wide with innocent curiosity. Mark explained the reason for their visit: “She kept asking for Sara. Over and over. So I… I figured maybe we could stop by.”
I welcomed them in. Mark seemed very nervous, sitting on the edge of the couch and rubbing his hands. When he looked at me, his eyes showed a mix of shame and guilt. “Julia’s not doing so great,” he confessed.
I waited patiently. He went on to explain the painful truth: “She and my brother, they’re going through a divorce. He left. Just packed and left. She’s been spiraling. Not eating, not sleeping. She’s angry all the time. That day, when Megan said what she said, it scared her. Made her feel exposed.”
The Heartfelt Reunion
Just then, Sara came home. Her keys jingled, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She froze when she saw Mark and, most importantly, Megan.Continue reading…
