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

Arcade attempt

The arcade used to overflow with noise, lights and fun, enough to excite any child. “Let’s go for that race you love,” said Jeff, trying to sound enthusiastic. But Tim just plodded along, hands in his pockets, showing no interest. We exchanged forced smiles, feigning excitement, but the mood remained heavy. Not even the vibrant colors and flashing lights could dispel the sadness that hung over him.

Arcade Attempt