I still don’t know exactly how I feel about it.
Part of me wishes he had told the truth from the start. Part of me understands why he didn’t.
But I do know this:
That awkward, strange, imperfect lie may have been the most protective act anyone has ever done for me.
Because sometimes love doesn’t look clean.
Sometimes it looks like a father choosing to carry your anger so you don’t have to carry it while you’re carrying a child.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real-life situations. Names, characters, and details have been changed. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.
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