The late afternoon sun bathed the living room in gold as I flipped through the mail\u2014just bills and junk. Then the doorbell rang. It was Serena, right on time for our Saturday tradition. \u201cHey, Dad!\u201d she beamed, breezing in with her usual energy. But something felt off.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s someone I want you to meet,\u201d she said, fidgeting with her dress. \u201cMy fianc\u00e9.\u201d I froze. \u201cFianc\u00e9?\u201d She held up her hand, flashing a modest ring. \u201cHis name\u2019s Edison. We\u2019re getting married.\u201d I was stunned. She hadn\u2019t even mentioned a boyfriend. But the real shock came next. \u201cHe\u2019s sixty.\u201d Sixty. Forty-two years older than her. Practically my age.<\/p>\n
He\u2019s wise, supportive, amazing,\u201d she gushed. \u201cYou\u2019ll love him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to stay calm. \u201cSerena, you\u2019re just starting your life. He\u2019s old enough to retire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe believes in me,\u201d she snapped. \u201cHe\u2019s everything you never were.\u201d<\/p>\n
That hit hard. But I stayed quiet. She believed in this man. And I had no proof he wasn\u2019t who he claimed to be.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d I said finally. \u201cWhen can I meet him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTomorrow night. Dinner at his place.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, forcing a smile as she hugged me. But inside, I was bracing myself.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow, I\u2019d meet the man who had stolen my daughter\u2019s heart \u2014 and I\u2019d be ready.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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