I Never Thought That Losing Everything After Divorce, a Simple Twist of Fate Could Restore My Faith in Love — Story of the Day

“Hey, Dad,” Lily chimed in. “Why don’t you let Amanda stay a little longer? You know, just until the car’s fixed. I’m bored, and she’s good company. It’s nice having someone else around.”

Clayton looked between us.

“Why would it matter to you?” he grumbled. “Weren’t you headed somewhere important? Don’t want to hold you up if you’re in a hurry.”

I paused. The truth hovered on the edge of my tongue, something I hadn’t explained to anyone yet.

“I wasn’t really headed anywhere,” I said, looking down at the table. “I was running away from my old life. My ex-husband… he took everything from me. The house, the money. Everything.”

He wasn’t expecting that, I could tell. He sighed and scratched the back of his head.

“Well, I suppose you can stay a bit. Lily doesn’t usually warm up to people, so that’s something.”

Lily grinned at me. “Thanks, Dad.”

A few months passed in what felt like the blink of an eye. My car had been repaired long ago, but I was still there, in that small, quiet house.

Clayton had changed. He spent more time with us, especially with Lily, who had grown closer to me with every passing day. She was like the daughter I’d never had.

We spent long afternoons together while Clayton worked at his shop, laughing, talking, and sharing stories. For the first time in years, I felt like I had a purpose again.