My husband left for a vacation just days before my scheduled C-section with our twins—but when he finally came back, his knees were trembling.

Never complained. Never demanded an apology.

Instead, I made one phone call to the man Trevor hadn’t spoken to in almost 12 years.

Frank… his father.

I’d only met him twice. Trevor rarely mentioned him. When he did, it was usually one sentence.

“He walked out before I was born.”

I honestly didn’t think he’d answer.

He did.

“This is Frank.”

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