Daniel and I have been married ten years. About four years ago, his older sister Lauren stunned the family with her announcement: she had adopted a little girl named Ava. Everyone celebrated instantly — Lauren had waited so long to be a mom. Ava lit up every room. Everyone adored her. Everyone except Daniel. From the beginning, he refused to connect with her. He wouldn’t hold her, barely acknowledged she existed, and always slipped away whenever she visited. If Lauren walked in with Ava, Daniel