“After I gave birth, I brought my baby to meet the grandpa who raised me — but the moment he saw her face, he burst into tears and said, “This is impossible. You have no idea what you’ve done.” My grandpa was the only father I ever had after my parents died in a car crash. So when I got pregnant at 27 and the man I loved disappeared the same night I told him, Grandpa was the one who held me together. He had never met Caleb. I had kept putting off introducing them, telling …

Now I had to decide whether I had been foolish to do the same.

Then another memory surfaced.

Months before I knew I was pregnant, Caleb and I had been sitting on his couch when he casually asked whether I had owned a red bicycle as a child.

I laughed and told him yes, that Mom had bought it secondhand.

He smiled at the ceiling like someone who had finally answered a question he’d carried for twenty years.

The bookstore.

He had walked in during the Q&A.

He hadn’t found me by accident.

And every time I complained about the wealthy family my mother once worked for—how she lost everything afterward and died still feeling ashamed—Caleb listened without saying a word.

He had known exactly who I was talking about.

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At sunrise, I strapped Nora into her car seat and drove to the address written on the oldest envelope.