My name is Sarah. I’m 56 years old, and I live in a small American town.
I have a daughter from my first marriage. Her name is Emily, and she’s 24.
When Emily was just six years old, her father abandoned us. Back then, I worked two jobs just to pay the rent and provide my daughter with everything she needed.
Ten years ago, I met Michael.
He was considerably younger than me, but he never made an issue of our age difference. Michael managed to love not only me but also my daughter.
At first, Emily called him by his first name, but a few years later, she started calling him Dad.
I was happy.
Until three months ago.
It all began with small changes.
Michael used to come straight home after work. But suddenly, he started coming home late two or three nights a week.
Whenever I asked why, he said he was working overtime.