Three years after her husband’s tragic death, Hillary thought that she had found love again. But when her 6-year-old daughter reveals a chilling secret about her new stepdad, everything unravels…
After Charles, my husband, passed away in a freak work accident, my world fell apart. For three years, I stumbled through life, keeping it together for my 6-year-old daughter, Maggie. She was my everything. Is my everything.

Since then, she’s been the biggest reason for me to get out of bed. But after a while, even her sweet smiles couldn’t fill the aching void.
Then Jacob came along.

He had this warm smile that made you feel safe, like everything would be okay. He was patient, kind, and most importantly, he adored Maggie.

I saw my child light up around him in ways I hadn’t seen since my husband’s death. Slowly, I let myself believe again. Maybe life after Charles did have happiness, and maybe that also involved another person, too.
“Hillary,” I imagined him saying. “We had years of being each other’s ‘great’ love, but it’s time to find another kind of love now. Go be happy. Do it for Maggie. Do it for you.”