After My Wife Died, I Found Out We’d Been Divorced for over 20 Years – What I Learned Next Shocked Me Even More

“Hello?” Her voice was cautious and clipped at the edges.

“Hi. Is this Lila?”

“Yes, who’s this?” she asked.

I could imagine a young woman frowning as she tried to place my voice.

There was a pause, long enough that I thought she might hang up.

“She passed away last week,” I added, my voice quieter now. “She left something for you. And…

I think I’m your father.”

There was another pause, and I felt my heart hurt in this one. Here I was, just throwing bombs at this child like she’d deserved them. She didn’t, not at all.

“I don’t know for certain,” I added quickly.

“She had you before we were married. But if I look closely at the timeline… it’s possible that we’d just met.

We weren’t together then. Not really. We’d probably hung out a few times only.”

I sighed deeply. I was grasping at straws, I knew that. I wanted to believe that I was connected to Lila, because…

Claire had been.

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