As he opened the gift, his reaction startled me. His hands trembled, his face went pale, and without fully explaining, he said he needed to step out for a while. He reassured Lila with a gentle hug and promised to return soon, but the quiet that followed felt heavier than the winter air outside. I spent the day trying to keep things normal for our daughter while my thoughts raced. When Greg finally came home late that evening, exhaustion and emotion were written all over him. He sat beside me and, with visible effort, began to explain what had happened.
Inside the gift was a photograph and a letter from a woman Greg had once loved many years before. The image showed her standing beside a teenage girl who, unmistakably, shared Greg’s features. The letter explained that the girl, Audrey, might be his daughter—something he had never known. That day, Greg had met them at a small café, where difficult truths surfaced. The girl had discovered her origins only recently, and her mother had reached out, hoping Greg would meet her and decide for himself what role he wanted to play. Greg told me he felt overwhelmed, shocked, and deeply saddened by the years he had unknowingly missed. Continue reading…
