Thirteen years ago, a single photo changed everything. In it, my newborn daughter Sophia clutches my finger. That day should’ve been the happiest of my life—but her mother, the love of my life, died giving birth. I never planned to be both mother and father, but from that moment on, I had no choice. Raising Sophia alone became my purpose. I poured my love, discipline, and every ounce of energy into giving her a safe, stable life.
I kept romance and distraction far away. She was my world. Sophia is fifteen now, bright and curious, growing into a young woman. Recently, she fell for a boy named Maurizio—an immigrant kid from school. I assumed it was innocent. Puppy love. Until the day she forgot her phone at home.A message popped up. I wasn’t trying to snoop, but curiosity got the better of me. What I read shook me.
