up the next morning. When I opened the door, he held out a large box.

“For your kids.”

Inside were brand-new, expensive toys.

“I thought we could talk,” he added.

I stepped outside.

“You don’t need to do this.”

“I know,” Daniel replied. “But let’s be realistic. You’ve got seven kids. That house could fix a lot of things.”

“I’m aware.”

He leaned closer. “Sell continue reading …