The loss drove a wedge between us that eventually tore our family apart, and we ended up divorcing.

Sam moved on and remarried.

Twelve years later, he passed away.

A few days after his d.ea.th, his wife came to visit me. What she said shook me to my core.

“It’s time you knew the truth,” she began. “Sam discovered he wasn’t your son’s biological father. He never told you, but he carried that hurt with him for years. That’s why he couldn’t cry when your son died—he was too broken, too angry.”

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