and we met for the first time that night.I hadn’t told anyone yet. I was still processing it myself.After I explained everything and showed her the letter from my mom, the tension started to ease. My husband, Sam, was supportive once I told him the truth too — but he asked for no more secrets.A week later,
Adam came for dinner. Penelope was quiet—until she saw a photo of my mom holding him as a baby. Something shifted. They bonded over music, and now, they’re closer than I ever imagined.Some secrets can hurt… but sometimes, they lead to healing. And this one brought us a family we never knew we were missing.