I stared at Eric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a few seconds, I honestly thought I had misunderstood him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat do you mean he wasn\u2019t pretending?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eric looked down at the wooden box.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t pretending to be your father,\u201d he repeated quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe was your father.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The room suddenly felt too small.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Continue reading on next page\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
I laughed once, but there was no humor in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eric didn\u2019t respond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Instead, he opened a folder sitting beside the box and removed a photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He placed it on the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hands froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a picture of my mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not a recent picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A young picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was standing beside a man I had never seen before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I knew immediately who he was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nathan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eric folded his hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNathan spent years trying to find you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy mother never told me his name.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eric looked away for a moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause your mother and Nathan\u2019s relationship ended before either of them knew how to fix what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He explained that when my mother discovered she was pregnant, Nathan was struggling with serious personal problems. He was young, overwhelmed, and afraid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Instead of facing the situation, he made choices he regretted for the rest of his life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy mother thought he abandoned us,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe believed she never wanted him involved.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The silence that followed felt heavier than anything I had ever experienced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo both of them spent decades believing a story that wasn\u2019t true?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eric nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at the wooden box.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd he knew who I was when I met him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My heart sank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen everything was a lie.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eric shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He pushed the box closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe feelings were real.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe asked me to pretend because he didn\u2019t know how to tell you the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t he just tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eric sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause he was dying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe had spent most of his life missing you. When he finally found you, he was terrified that revealing everything would make you leave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I thought back to all those weeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The conversations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The way Nathan looked at me whenever he called me his daughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I remembered the first time he held my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first time he laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first time I heard him say, \u201cI\u2019m proud of you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had believed those moments belonged to a pretend relationship.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But maybe they had belonged to something much deeper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eric opened the wooden box.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside were dozens of carefully organized items.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Letters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A small silver bracelet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And an envelope with my name written on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hands shook as I picked it up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The handwriting was unfamiliar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the first words made my eyes fill with tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My daughter,<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I had never seen those words written for me before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not once in my entire life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I began reading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nathan wrote about the day he found out I existed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He wrote about searching for my mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n About the unanswered letters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n About the times he drove through my hometown but couldn\u2019t find the courage to knock on the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He wrote about every birthday he spent wondering what I looked like.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Whether I liked the same music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Whether I had his smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Whether I hated him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That last sentence stopped me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was afraid you would know my name and only remember the man who left.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Eric quietly stepped out of the room, giving me privacy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the next hour, I read every word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nathan wasn\u2019t a perfect man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The letter never tried to convince me otherwise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He admitted his mistakes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He admitted that fear had controlled him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But he also wrote about the years he spent trying to become someone worthy of forgiveness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Near the end of the letter, he wrote:<\/p>\n\n\n\n When you first walked into my room, I knew immediately who you were.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n You had your mother\u2019s kindness.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n But you also had my habit of tapping your fingers when you were thinking.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked down at my hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I did that every day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I never knew why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The final paragraph was the hardest to read.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I asked you to pretend because I was selfish. 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