Chapter 10: The Father I Never Knew Existed
The words didn’t make sense.
They couldn’t.
I stood in the middle of my own house, staring at a stranger who had just told me my six-year-old daughter had another father.
Another father.
The phrase kept repeating in my head.
Because for six years, I had been the one holding Lily when she cried.
I had been the one sitting beside hospital beds.
I had been the one teaching her how to walk with her prosthetic leg.
I had been the one she called when she was scared.
And now someone was standing in front of me saying I wasn’t the only person connected to her.
“Where is she?””
My voice was calm.
Too calm.
Claire looked at me.
“I know this is painful.””
“Where is my daughter?””
“Adam—”
“Don’t say my name like you know me.””
She stopped.
Good.
Because nobody in that room knew what I had lost.
Nobody knew what it felt like to watch your child disappear while everyone around you kept secrets.
Rebecca stepped forward.
“Claire, please.””
I turned toward her.
“Please what?””
She looked at me.
“Please don’t do this here.””
I stared.
“Do what?””
“Destroy everything.””
A bitter laugh escaped me.
“Everything was already destroyed.””
Daniel moved closer to Claire.
“You shouldn’t have come.””
Claire looked at him.
“You shouldn’t have hidden the truth.””
His jaw tightened.
“You don’t understand.””
“No,” she said quietly.
“You don’t understand what you caused.””
I looked between them.
“You all know each other.””
Nobody answered.
That was enough.
“Everyone except me.””
I walked toward the table and grabbed the keys.
“I’m calling the police.””
Claire didn’t stop me.
She only said one sentence.
“If you call them, you’ll never know why Lily was taken.””
I froze.
Slowly, I turned.
“What does that mean?””
Claire looked down.
“It means the person who has her doesn’t want money.””
“Then what?””
She looked at Rebecca.
“They want the truth.””
Rebecca closed her eyes.
I looked at my wife.
“What truth?””
She whispered:
“The truth about who Lily’s father is.””
My hands tightened.
“Tell me.””
Rebecca sat down.
“I met someone before you.””
The pain of hearing it was different from everything else.
Not because of jealousy.
Because suddenly every memory felt uncertain.
Every moment.
Every photograph.
Every promise.
“When?””
“Before we met.””
I frowned.
“You said you had never been serious with anyone.””
“I lied.””
The honesty hurt more than another lie.
“Who was he?””
Rebecca looked at Claire.
Then Daniel.
Finally, she whispered:
“Ethan.””
The name meant nothing.
But apparently it meant everything to them.
“Where is he?””
Nobody answered.
“Where is Ethan?””
Claire spoke.
“He disappeared after Lily was born.””
“Disappeared?””
Rebecca nodded.
“He didn’t know she existed.””
I stared.
“What?””
“He thought she died.””
The room became silent.
I felt sick.
“How?””
Rebecca’s eyes filled with tears.
“Because that’s what I told him.””
I stepped back.
“You told him his daughter died?””
“I was afraid.””
“Again with fear.””
My voice cracked.
“You keep using fear like it explains everything.””
Rebecca looked broken.
“I thought I was protecting Lily.””
“From what?””
She whispered:
“From him.””
I looked at Claire.
“And you?””
Claire looked away.
“I helped Rebecca.””
I felt anger rising.
“You helped her erase a father from his child’s life?””
“No.””
Claire shook her head.
“I helped her escape a dangerous situation.””
“What situation?””
Nobody spoke.
Then Daniel said:
“Ethan wasn’t the problem.””
Everyone looked at him.
“He was trying to expose something.””
My eyes narrowed.
“Expose what?””
Daniel looked at Rebecca.
“The accident.””
Rebecca went pale.
Again.
Always the accident.
Always something hidden behind that day.
“What does Ethan know?””
Claire answered.
“He knows Lily’s accident wasn’t random.””
My heart stopped.
“Then who caused it?””
Before anyone could answer, my phone buzzed.
A video message.
From an unknown number.
I opened it.
The screen showed a room.
A chair.
A small blanket.
Then Lily walked into view.
My knees nearly gave out.
“Lily.””
She looked tired.
But alive.
A man stepped behind her.
I couldn’t see his face.
Then he spoke.
“Adam.””
My blood ran cold.
Because I recognized the voice.
Not from memory.
From somewhere else.
From the past.
The man continued:
“You deserve to know why your daughter was taken.””
The camera moved.
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And his face appeared.
Ethan.
