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“I’m so sorry,” Charles said quietly. “I was young and scared, and your father was very convincing. He said you’d thank him someday, that you’d realize he saved you from making a mistake. I thought I was doing the right thing by stepping aside. I thought I was protecting you.”
Tears streamed down my face. Sixteen years of grief and anger and confusion poured out. “You should have told me. You should have let me choose.”
“I know,” he said, his own eyes wet. “I’ve regretted it every day since. But I was eighteen and terrified, and your father was so certain. I thought I was being noble. I thought I was giving you the future you deserved.”
We stood there in the fluorescent light, the weight of all those lost years between us. So much had happened. We’d become different people. We’d lived entire lives apart. And yet, holding those letters, feeling the anger toward my father and the grief for what might have been, I felt something shift inside me.
That night, after ensuring Daniel was settled and asleep, I drove to my father’s house. He answered the door surprised to see me so late, but his expression shifted when he saw my face.
“We need to talk,” I said, brushing past him into the living room where I’d grown up, where I’d spent countless hours as a child believing my father always had my best interests at heart.
I showed him the letters. Watched his face as he read his own words from sixteen years ago.
“You had no right,” I said, my voice shaking with anger I’d suppressed for too long. “You had no right to make that choice for me.”
My father sighed heavily, looking suddenly old and tired. “I was trying to protect you. You were so young, both of you. I knew if you tied yourself to him so early, you’d never pursue your education, never build your own career. You’d end up as just someone’s wife, all your potential wasted.”
“That was my decision to make,” I said. “You stole that choice from me. You let me believe he abandoned me, let me carry that hurt for years. And for what? Look how things turned out anyway. I married someone else, someone you approved of, and he left too. I ended up exactly where you feared, alone and raising a child by myself, except now I don’t even have the person who actually loved me.”