Dorian heard his three-year-old daughter Nessa calling from inside, insisting she was not a wedding present.
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Chapter 16
I dated again when Nessa was eight.
Slowly.
Different.
Before anything serious, I said one thing:
“My daughter does not become less central because I love you.”
The woman laughed.
“Why would she?”
Good answer.
Maybe too easy.
Still good.
Nessa eventually liked her.
No pressure.
No title.
No transition plan.
No disappearing act.
May you like
One home can hold more than one attachment if nobody treats affection like square footage.
It took me too long to learn that others around me might not assume the same.
