My Daughter Cut Ties with Me After She Married a Rich Man – a Year Later, She Came Back Crying with a Baby

I tried to give her an easy out.

“I get it,” I said.

“I’m just a janitor. You’ve got a different kind of life now. I saw how Evan and his family looked at me.

You don’t have to risk all that just for me.”

Her head snapped toward me like I’d insulted her.

“Dad, no,” she said. “That’s not it. I was never ashamed of you.”

I blinked.

“Then why?” I asked.

“Why didn’t you call? Why didn’t you bring her?”

She looked down at the baby carrier on the floor.

Rosie shifted and made a tiny squeak.

“I hid her from you because…” she started, then broke.

She covered her face with both hands and sobbed.

I rubbed her back, slow circles like I did when she was little and woke up from nightmares.

She took a shaky breath.

“Because I was terrified,” she whispered.

I waited.

She swallowed hard.

“Evan left,” she said. “When I was pregnant.”

Those two words hit me like a punch.

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