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

A day at the beach

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly, promising a perfect day. “How about we go to the beach today?” suggested Jeff over breakfast, with a light energy in his eyes. “Good idea! What do you think, Tim?” I asked. Tim’s genuine smile – his first in a long time – was answer enough. He immediately started waving, eagerly. We filled our suitcases with sunscreen, towels and toys, ready for a getaway that promised to bring back only good memories.

A Day at the Beach