“Because tomorrow, your mother is going to learn something.”
My stomach tightened.
“Learn what?”
Dad remained silent for a long moment.
Then he said:
“Something I should have told her before our wedding.”
I froze.
“Dad… what did you do?”
He lowered his head.
“It’s not only about what I did. It’s about who is coming to this house tomorrow.”
At that exact moment, Mom called from the hallway:
“William, where are you? Come on, let’s take one more picture.”
Dad turned toward her, and his entire expression changed.
He smiled again.
He walked back to her and wrapped his arms around her as if he never wanted to let her go.
I barely slept that night.
By 8:50 the next morning, I was already at my parents’ house.
Dad was sitting in the living room.
On the table in front of him was the same sealed envelope I had seen in his pocket the night before.
