I have two daughters. Emily, who’s ten, is from my first marriage. She’s quiet and thoughtful, always eager to do the right thing. Then there’s Zoe, my four-year-old, from my current marriage to Matt. Zoe is curious and full of energy, a little whirlwind of questions and chaos.
Matt loves both girls deeply. But his mother, Sharon? That’s a different story.
Sharon is one of those women who cares a lot about appearances—picture-perfect smiles, spotless countertops, and polite conversations. But underneath that polished exterior is a woman who’s judgmental and cold. And her coldness was never aimed at Zoe. No, it was always directed at Emily.
