I Raised My Late Partner’s Daughter as My Own. Ten Years Later, She Said She Was Leaving for Her Biological Father

The house smelled like memory and continuity.

We sat down to eat. Just the two of us.

Grace lifted her fork, then set it down. Her face went pale.

“Dad,” she said softly, “I need to tell you something.”

I felt my chest tighten.

“I’ve been talking to my biological father,” she said. “And I think I’m going to live with him.”

The words landed heavily.