Looking back now, the warning signs had been there for years.
My husband’s best friend, Mark, visited our home often. Most of the time he brought his daughter, Lily, along.
Lily had practically grown up in our house. She was the flower girl at our wedding. She was eight when our first child was born, and by the time our fourth arrived, she was old enough to babysit now and then.
Our kids adored her. As our family kept growing, Lily became almost like an older sister to them.
And somewhere along the line, Daniel began giving her a little too much attention. When she came over with Mark, the three of them would sit together on the back porch while the younger kids played outside.
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