I’m sorry about this evening. I pace around my house, cleaning and doing laundry and trying not to call Kellen. I can’t stand that I’ve caused a rift between him and his daughter. I got so swept up in the fairytale of this amazing man helping my kid, helping me. God, what must his daughter have thought, coming upon us cozied up in her father’s dining room. Eating their grief trigger, apparently.

”Instant family,” I heard her yell from the ...