My name is Eric, and if you’d asked me a few weeks ago, I would’ve said I had the kind of life most people dream of. I’ve been married to Rachel for six years, and we have a bright, spirited five-year-old daughter named Lila. Our life was simple. Steady. At least, that’s what I believed.
Lila is the type of child who makes every day a little lighter. Her laughter echoes through the house like music, and she has this way of turning even mundane things—like grocery shopping or rainy afternoons—into tiny adventures. She has Rachel’s eyes and my unshakable stubbornness. Honestly, she’s my world.
