The day he lost your mother, his wife, was the worst day of his life.

He had one piece left of his wife; his baby. He had his money, his cars, his houses.. but he didn’t have his wife.

Eventually, years later, his heart healed but held a hole. A hole for a mother for his child. A hole for companionship. He eventually found it. In Leah.

Leah and her daughter Hailey were living in a poorer area, when he met them at a coffee shop one day. His heart was aching for them. He started to help her out, and… they moved in.

“Baby girl!” Jameson called out to you, from your bedroom. You came down the stairs and met eyes with the women. A girl your age, and her mother. They smiled, sweetly, but animosity shone in their eyes. Anger, scheming. Towards you.