My Sweet Step-Daughter
My wife and I separated two years ago, when my stepdaughter Amy was young smart girl , but it was still my habit to go by the house and check on her every Saturday morning, just to satisfy myself that she was handling things all right. She was only 18 months old when I started seeing her mother regularly, so the separation meant losing daily contact with the only father she had ever known. This particular Saturday I decided to ride my bike over. I noticed that her mother’s car was not in the driveway as I rolled my bike down the walkway behind the front hedge. Leaning the bike against the wall of the house, I gave a quick “shave-and-a-haircut” knock on the front door. The door opened almost immediately, and I entered to …