For years, my relationship with my stepdaughter Emily was distant—polite, but emotionally cold. I had stepped into her life after her mother’s death, marrying her father David and doing my best to be a steady presence, though she never fully let me in.
When David passed away, we grieved together briefly, but soon drifted apart again. On my 55th birthday, Emily surprised me by taking me to dinner and giving me a red convertible. I was stunned,