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I ACCIDENTALLY SAW MY PREGNANT DAUGHTER WITH MY 48-YEAR-OLD BEST FRIEND AT A RESTAURANT.

Elliot’s chest tightened. The anger that had fueled him earlier now felt misplaced. He had accused his best friend and his daughter—over what? His pride? His need for control?

When Suzanne, Joshua’s wife, arrived, she was frantic. The doctor explained that Joshua had suffered a subdural hematoma and needed emergency surgery. The gravity of the situation hit Elliot hard, the reality of his anger sinking in.

Suzanne’s voice trembled as she asked, “What about the cost? We don’t have the savings for this.”

Without hesitation, Elliot returned home and gathered everything he could—savings, emergency funds, loose change—anything to cover the surgery. Handing the envelope to Suzanne, he said, “He’s my best friend. This is the least I can do.”

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