After my divorce left me with nothing but a broken-down car, I found myself stranded on a dark road. When a gruff stranger named Clayton stopped to help, I had no idea how much my life was about to change.
Clayton towed my car to his home, where I met his wary daughter, Lily. That night, I caught Lily trying to “borrow” a piece of jewelry. We shared a late-night talk, and I learned how much she missed her mother. Slowly, we bonded, and Clayton began to open up, too.
Though my car was soon repaired, I stayed, finding a new sense of family with Clayton and Lily. One night by the ocean, Clayton invited me to stay permanently. Little did he know, he’d soon have another reason to keep me close—our own family was just beginning.
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