My stepson begged me, “Don’t marry my dad.” The reason made me faint at the altar.

Left Observing

Halfway through the session, Jeff’s soft snoring rocked the room. I smiled as I draped the blanket over him, glad that it gave me another moment to keep an eye on Tim. With Jeff asleep, the room became quieter and the tension eased, but Tim remained almost motionless, his eyes alternately scanning the screen and his own feet. I remained attentive, watching every small gesture, hoping to find any clue as to what was occupying his thoughts. I also noticed the firm grip of his hands.

Left Watching