Eric’s sudden death in a car accident, caused by a reckless stranger, shattered our world in an instant. When Lila quietly asked why they were putting Daddy in the ground, fearing he would be cold and trapped in the dark, I held her close and told her he was finally at peace.After the funeral, we returned to the house Eric and I had made a home. My mother-in-law, Sylvia, offered to help, inviting us to live with her.
Though her kindness seemed genuine, small things felt off—like Lila’s bedroom being next to Sylvia’s instead of mine. Soon, my daughter started pulling away from me, growing closer to Sylvia. One night, I overheard Sylvia whisper to Lila, “I will take you from her,” calling me a bad mother. That was the moment I knew I had to fight back—not just for our home, but for my daughter’s love and future.
