My father kicked me out when I was 18 for getting pregnant

I realized this wasn’t just my decision anymore.

“Call him,” I whispered.

My son dialed the number. Each ring felt like a lifetime. Then, a man’s voice answered—older, rougher, but somehow familiar.

“Hello?”

My son swallowed hard. “Hi… my name’s Tyler. I think you might be my father.”

There was silence. Then a sound—a small, broken gasp.

“Tyler?” the man continue reading …