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I Raised Her Alone for Ten Years. Then One Quiet Thanksgiving, She Told Me the Truth That Nearly Undid Me
I reached across the table and took her hand without hesitation. “Whatever it is,” I said, “we’ll handle it together.”
“I’m going back to my real dad.”
The words landed like a sudden silence after a loud noise. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
“What do you mean?” I asked quietly.
She looked terrified, not defiant. That scared me more than anything else.
“You know him,” she said. “You’ve seen him.”
I searched my mind, confused, unsettled. Then she said his name.
