Son compartido

Chapter 1: The £40 Piano She was four years old. Nearly five. And she wasn't mine. I don't mean that coldly. I mean it factually. She came into my life because I fell in love with her mother, and she was part of the package. I'd never wanted or expected to have children. It wasn't part of any plan. But life doesn't care about your plans, and love doesn't come in neat, predictable shapes. Her mother walked in, and she walked in with her, and that was that. I wanted to do something for her that