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

Silent walk by the river

In the park, we walked along the riverbank, watching the ducks glide across the water. Normally, Tim loved to imitate them with his amused quacking, but this time he just stared at them in silence. I tried to strike up a conversation, but his gaze remained fixed on the animals. I wanted to guess his thoughts, but any words seemed intrusive. Jeff and I exchanged apprehensive glances, not knowing how we could reach him.

Silent Walk by the River