My mom raised me alone, but at my college graduation, my biological father appeared and claimed she had hidden the truth from me for years.

sense of relief that came with finally learning the truth.

But I kept his card tucked inside my wallet.

More than once, I caught myself reaching for it without thinking, as if it were a reminder that the story still had chapters left unwritten.

A few weeks later, I finally sent him a text.

“This is Evan. You gave me your number at graduation.”

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