Months After My 4-Year-Old Daughter Died, I Saw a Man in a Chicken Costume – When He Turned, My Blood Went Cold

I’d assumed he’d left because he couldn’t face raising twins, but now I realized the truth was far worse.

“I told you it was too much. You didn’t listen, so I handled it.” He shrugged like we were discussing the weather.

Everything around us faded to nothing.

All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears.

“You took one of my girls? You let me believe she was dead? You let me grieve her?”

“It was easier that way.” He said it so casually.

So matter-of-factly. “And it seems like I made the right choice. She’s happy.

And alive.”

I almost lost it completely then, almost lunged at him in the middle of the festival.

The only thing that stopped me was the sight of the girl coming back with a pink balloon bobbing above her head.

She eyed me warily as she approached. “Daddy, can we go now?”

Evan took her hand, but before he could pull her away, I kneeled in front of her.

She was so small.

So perfect. So alive.

She smiled up at me, trusting despite her earlier wariness. “Addie.”

“Get away from her.” Evan pulled Addie back.

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