Julia thought that by marrying her late husband’s brother Mike, she was giving her son a father figure. However, it took her ten years, her son’s disappearance, and a glasses case to learn the truth.

As the scripture says, “Seek and ye shall find.” I learned the meaning of this phrase the hard way. I’ve never thought the darkness after losing my husband wasn’t the worst to come, but alas… Let’s start my story from the very beginning.The first time my little happy life was shaken was when my husband of 13 years, Tom, was diagnosed with cancer.

Despite our best efforts, the prognosis remained bleak, and he left us within two months. The pain was soul-crushing.Our son Robert remained my only ray of sunshine until his uncle, Tom’s brother Mike, came into the picture. I suspected he had had feelings for me since high school, but I had chosen Tom and never looked back. Now, our grief united us once again.I didn’t love him, no. But I thought Rob would benefit from a father figure, and frankly, our house could use a strong helping hand. And so, I decided to marry him.At first, things seemed to look positive for us. I still missed Tom, but drowned my grief in work and found myself drifting away from my son. Fortunately, I thought, Mike had my back and gave Rob the upbringing he deserved. After all, every day I came home to countless stories of them hiking, attending theme parks, or simply playing catch. Rob even grew to call Mike his dad. For two years, I blindly believed we could overcome the void Tom left in our hearts and become a happy family. Boy, was I wrong.Everything came crashing down once again when Rob left.