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

Finding Tim in his room

That evening, I walked down the corridor to Tim’s bedroom door, which was ajar, letting out soft music. Peeking in, I saw him lying on the bed, headphones in his ears, completely immersed in the sound. He seemed isolated in a universe of his own, a refuge where he could disappear. I took a deep breath, wishing that night would finally bring me some answers. It was time to try to reach him, even if it was step by step.

Finding Tim in his room