I don’t expect forgiveness. I just… I just wanted you to know. I should have told you the truth a long time ago.”
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding.
The anger, the betrayal, the grief—it all swirled inside me. But beneath it all, there was something else: a strange, painful relief. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t an orphan.
I turned to leave. “I need time,” I said. Matt took my hand, and we walked out together, leaving my father standing in the doorway, his face lined with regret.
I didn’t know what the future held—whether I would ever forgive him, whether I would ever be able to look at him the same way again. But one thing was certain: I had spent thirty years believing I was unwanted. Now, at least, I knew the truth.
And maybe, just maybe, that was the first step toward healing.
