My Stepdaughter Never Liked Me — Until the Day She Called Me “Dad”

Emily didn’t smile back.

Her arms crossed immediately.

“You’re Mom’s boyfriend.”

Not a question.

A warning.

I nodded carefully. “Nice to meet you.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Then she walked upstairs and slammed her bedroom door so hard a picture frame fell sideways in the hallway.

Laura sighed heavily.

“I’m so sorry.”