Father’s Day was supposed to be familiar—sweet, uncomplicated, filled with paper-craft presents. Pancakes in the morning, a sticky hug from my daughter Lily, maybe a peaceful night afterward. Nothing dramatic.
Nothing that could change a life. But life rarely stays on script, and sometimes the truth arrives quietly, wearing innocence instead of shock. For me, it came from the back …
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