I drove to Mountain Crest Hospital with my hands locked on the wheel, the woman’s unfinished sentence echoing the whole way. When I arrived, Anjali Rao was waiting near the surgical floor, a calm woman in a gray suit holding a slim folder and the sealed envelope my father had left. She confirmed Harold was still in surgery, then led me to a quiet corner and handed me the envelope. My father’s handwriting stretched across the front, shaky but unmistakable. Do not let your wife see this. I opened it with trembling fingers, and inside were the adoption papers he had spent his last thousand dollars to certify.<\/p>\n
They were not my adoption papers. They were Melissa’s. And clipped behind them was a private investigator’s report, three photographs, and a single handwritten note from my father. “Spencer, I recognized her the day you brought her home. I needed proof before I broke your heart. Forgive me for waiting.” I looked up at Anjali, my throat dry, and asked her what my father had discovered. She opened her folder and told me to sit down, because what she was about to explain would change everything I believed about my marriage.<\/p>\n
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