Iwalked along the white sandy beach, rubbing my eye in frustration.I
“You all right?” my husband, Nick, asked. “It’s weird,” I said, blinking hard. “It’s like I’ve got black spots in my left eye.”
“You should get that checked when we get home,” Nick, 43, replied, concern clouding his face.
It was May 2024 and we were camping at Lipson Cove in South Australia with our girls, Bella, 14, and Marley, 13.
Bella and Marley are my nieces, but they’ve been my daughters in every way that matters since 2015, when my sister Malinda was killed in a car accident. Their dad wasn’t in the picture. Overnight, their world collapsed – and ours changed forever.
At the time, Nick and I were already raising our own children: Joshua, 20, Nicole,…
