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

Homecoming request

Just when it looked like we were gaining some ground, Tim surprised us by saying, “Can we go home?” The question fell like a bucket of cold water. “Already?” we said, Jeff and I, in unison. He nodded, increasingly uncomfortable. We tried to disguise our concern, until Jeff muttered, “We need to find out what’s going on.” I nodded, mentally preparing myself for a serious conversation at home. There was a reason for that behavior, and I needed to know it.

Homecoming Request