Molly never expected her life to change the way it did after her mother’s funeral. She was only seventeen, broken-hearted, and sitting by Daisy’s coffin when someone whispered to her, “Molly, look! Your dad’s here!” She looked up in shock. Danny—her dad—was standing at the door. Her parents had divorced ten years ago. Ever since then, Molly had only heard terrible things about him. Her mother had always described him as “a drunkard” and someone not worth trusting. But deep down, Molly had never hated her father. She missed him.

When I rushed my newborn to the ER in the middle of the night, fear and exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. I thought the night couldn’t get any harder. I was wrong. The man sitting across from me made it worse—until a doctor changed everything. My name is Martha, and I’ve never known tiredness like this before. Back in college, I used to laugh and say, “I can live off iced coffee and bad decisions.” Now, life is very different. These days, I’m surviving on lukewarm formula,

After raising her granddaughter all alone after the death of her son, June believed the hardest days were finally behind them. But when her former daughter-in-law suddenly reappeared one night, holding a designer gown in one hand and an envelope in the other, June discovered that some people could be far worse than anyone could imagine. Sixteen years earlier, June was 56 years old, still hopping between small rental apartments, when her son Mark did something she had never been able to do. At just 29, he bought a little