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“Five years ago, Dad drove me to a house. There was a woman living there with two little children. He told me I could never tell you about them.”
I froze.
“Two children?”
“Yes. A little boy and a girl.”
It felt as though someone had punched me in the chest.
“Emily… are they your father’s children?”
My daughter fell silent. And that silence seemed to answer my question.
“So you’ve been visiting them every week?”
“Yes.”
“And the money?”
“Dad transferred money into my account every month. He kept saying I’d understand why someday.”
I couldn’t listen anymore. I grabbed my car keys.
“Mom, wait! You don’t know everything!”
But I was already running out of the house.
