And now, he claimed, that time had come. I don’t know what to believe. His words felt sincere, but twenty years of silence is a heavy shadow to erase.
Part of me wants answers. Another part wants to run. What I do know is this: on Monday, I start my new job.
And the man who might be my father will be sitting in the corner office upstairs, waiting for the daughter he left behind. Whether I’m ready or not. Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events.
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