When my ex-husband, Leo, said he wanted to reconnect with our daughter, Lily, I hesitated. He had been absent for three years, missing birthdays, school events, and ordinary moments she longed to share with a parent. Still, when he asked for a weekend visit “to make things right,” I allowed myself a quiet hope that he had finally changed. I packed Lily’s favorite things, kissed her forehead, and reminded myself that sometimes people grow when they are given a chance.
Seeing a photo of her smiling at the park on Saturday even made me believe that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. Everything changed on Sunday afternoon when my sister called in a strained voice and told me to check social media. There, on my screen, was Leo at a wedding—his wedding. He had never told me he was engaged, let alone getting married that weekend. In the photos, Lily stood beside him as the flower girl, wearing a white dress and a nervous smile.
