My Stepdaughter Locked Me out of the House – Then I Found Out Why

That little town you always talk about. The one with the lighthouse you saw in a magazine and said you’d visit someday.”

My heart ached. “Lily, I can’t just leave…”

“Yes, you can.

I’m 18 now. I’m not a kid anymore. And you’ve earned this.”

She turned to face me fully, and I saw Daniel in her eyes…

that same stubborn determination.

“You always said good parents put their kids first. You did that. For 11 years.

Without a single day off.” Her voice softened. “I’m taking you somewhere you always deserved to go.”

I pulled her into another hug and cried harder than I had since we buried Daniel.

“Thank you, sweetheart… thank you.

I love you so much,” I whispered.

“I know.” She smiled through her tears. “The house will be waiting for us. I just wanted you to leave for yourself.

For once.”

After the haircut and facial (both of which Lily paid for before I could even reach for my wallet), I called my boss from the salon parking lot.

“I need two weeks off. Starting tomorrow.”

There was a pause. “Everything okay?”

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