My stepson begged me, “Don’t marry my dad.” The reason made me faint at the altar.

Meeting with Mrs. Parker

With questions swirling in my mind, I decided to seek out Tim’s teacher, Mrs. Parker, in the hope of getting some clarity. As I parked at the school, the familiar surroundings brought me some comfort. As soon as I entered the room, she greeted me warmly, surrounded by papers on her desk. “I wanted to know how Tim has been,” I began, eager for any detail that might explain his behavior.

Meeting with Mrs. Parker