I’m Ian, 33, married to Jenna, and we’re expecting our first child. One snowy night, while making hot cocoa, a shivering 15-year-old girl knocked on our door. She asked for a blanket, looking terrified and avoiding eye contact. She refused to involve the police and said she had nowhere to go. After she left to use the bathroom, I found an ID card with the name “Kenzie Jane Rutherford” — the same last name as the man my ex, Dorothy, left me for.
I realized Kenzie was Dorothy’s daughter. She explained her mom died in a car accident, and her dad, Wesley, rejected her after a DNA test revealed she wasn’t his biological child. Kenzie sought me out, unsure if I might be her father. After a DNA test confirmed I was her dad, we embraced, and I apologized for not being there. Jenna, emotional, asked what’s next, and I replied, “How about pizza?”
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