“You don’t like me, eh, kid?” Joe sat on the edge of Nadia’s bed. She lay facing the wall, silently curled against him. “You don’t have to. But I like your Mom. In fact, I love her. We’re getting married next month.” He waited for Nadia to respond. When she didn’t, he continued.

“I know I’m not your real dad. But I’m a grownup who loves your mom, and that will make me your stepdad. You’ll get used to that. Eventually.”

After a few moments, Joe sighed. “Look. Play ball with me, and I’ll play ball with you. That’s all.”

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