“Her real dad? He wrote letters for years. Wanted to come back, reconnect. I trashed every single one.”
I felt the world tilt. I didn’t even know he’d written. Letters from my father—thrown away, unread, hidden from me forever.
The Confrontation
Gary opened the door. His face lit up for a moment—then fell when he saw my expression. He knew.
“You meant what you said?” I asked, holding back the crack in my voice.
He stammered. “It was just talk. You know how guys are…”
“No,” I said. “Don’t………….
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