The question came from the back seat and sliced through the quiet like glass. One small voice. Five small words. And suddenly, Father’s Day wasn’t pancakes and crayon cards anymore—it was suspicion, memory, and a truth I wasn’t ready to face. As my daughter spoke, the world I trusted began to til… Continues…
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