At a family reunion, I met a man named Gary. My dad went pale when he saw him. Later, I learned why.
Gary was his half-brother. They were both in love with my mom. She chose my dad — but only barely.
When I asked about it, my father said quietly, “I won her heart. But not her peace.”
That sentence stuck with me. Some wounds don’t bleed. They just echo.
6. The Baby We Never Spoke About
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