Chapter 2: The Diploma in My Hands
"Sophie!"" Vanessa called, spreading her arms.
"Sweetheart, come here! Let me get a picture with you.""
Sophie didn't stop.
The auditorium gradually fell quiet as people noticed that the valedictorian was walking away from the stage.
I remained frozen beside my seat.
"Sophie?"" I whispered.
She reached me with tears shining in her eyes.
Then she placed her diploma into my hands.
"Dad, this belongs to you first.""
For a moment, I couldn't speak.
The diploma was still warm from being held against her gown. My fingers trembled around its edges, and I was suddenly afraid I might damage it.
"Sophie, sweetheart," I managed, "you earned this. Every bit of it.""
She shook her head.
"No, Dad. We earned it.""
I tried to smile, but my throat had tightened so badly that the expression felt painful.
Behind her, Vanessa hurried down the aisle.
"What on earth are you doing?"" she demanded.
"You have a ceremony to finish!""
Sophie turned.
"I'm thanking my father.""
Vanessa's face flushed.
"Your father is standing right here!""
She pointed at Richard.
He looked as though he wished the auditorium floor would open beneath his shoes.
Sophie stared at her mother.
"Richard is my stepfather. He's been kind to me in many ways, and I'm grateful for that. But you don't get to erase the man who raised me just because you married someone with more money.""
A murmur moved through the surrounding seats.
Vanessa's lips parted.
"How dare you speak to me like that in public?""
"You did it first.""
"I was trying to protect you from making a fool of yourself!""
Sophie gave a short, disbelieving laugh.
"By telling everyone my dad isn't my dad?""
Vanessa glanced around. Several parents had turned their phones toward us. She lowered her voice, but the anger in it became sharper.
"You have no idea what Daniel put me through. You were too young to understand why we divorced.""
"I know you divorced him. I also know he never stopped trying to see me.""
My heart lurched.
Sophie turned back to me.
"Dad, do you still have the letters?""
I stared at her.
"What letters?""
"The ones you wrote me.""
I felt the room tilt.
For eighteen years, I had written Sophie letters on her birthday and at Christmas. Sometimes I wrote when I couldn't sleep. Sometimes I wrote after seeing a little girl with the same dark curls, or when I passed the elementary school where I had once waited for her to come outside.
I had mailed the letters to Vanessa's address.
Most had come back unopened.
Others had disappeared.
After a while, Vanessa stopped answering my messages about them, so I began keeping copies in a shoebox beneath my bed.
I never knew whether Sophie had received even one.
"What do you mean?"" I asked.
Sophie reached beneath her graduation gown and pulled out a thick manila envelope.
"I found them in Mom's storage room three weeks ago.""
Vanessa lunged forward.
"Sophie, give me that!""
My daughter stepped away.
"No.""
"You went through my private belongings!""
"I was looking for my birth certificate.""
"Those letters aren't yours to show people!""
Sophie looked at her mother with an expression I had never seen before. It wasn't anger alone. It was the bewilderment of someone discovering that the person who had told her the truth for her entire life had been hiding something enormous.
"They were addressed to me," Sophie said.
"Every single one.""
Richard stepped closer.
"Vanessa, what's going on?""
"Nothing," Vanessa snapped.
"This is a misunderstanding.""
Sophie opened the envelope.
The first letter had a faded birthday sticker on the corner. I recognized my handwriting immediately.
Dear Sophie,
*You turned four today. I hope you got the purple bicycle you wanted. I wish I could have watched you ride it.
If you ever wonder whether someone is thinking about you today, I am. I'm thinking about you every minute.*
My knees weakened.
I had written those words at my kitchen table after working a twelve-hour shift. Vanessa had told me Sophie didn't want to see me. She had said my visits upset her.
I had believed her because I couldn't imagine a mother deliberately keeping her child from someone who loved her.
Sophie held up another letter.
"This one was written when I was seven.""
Her voice cracked as she read.
"'I saw a little girl in a yellow raincoat today, and for a second I thought it was you. I wanted to call your name, but I didn't want to frighten a stranger. I hope you're happy, sweetheart. I hope you know that no matter how far apart we are, you will always have a dad who loves you.''"
She stopped reading.
A tear slid down her cheek.
I reached for her hand, but she caught mine first.
"I thought you abandoned me.""
The words struck harder than anything Vanessa had said.
"What?""
"When I was little, Mom told me you stopped writing. She said you moved away because you wanted a new life without me.""
I couldn't breathe.
"Sophie, I never—"
"I know."" She squeezed my hand.
"I know now.""
Vanessa stepped between us.
"That's enough. You don't know the circumstances.""
Sophie looked at her.
"Then explain them.""
Vanessa folded her arms.
"I did what I thought was best for you.""
"Then why did you hide eighteen years of letters?""
"Because you were a child!""
"And now I'm not.""
For the first time that morning, Vanessa had no immediate answer.
Richard took the envelope from Sophie's outstretched hand and examined the postmarks. His eyes moved from the dates to the handwriting, then to Vanessa.
"These were mailed?"" he asked.
"Of course they were," I said.
"I have the returned ones at home.""
Richard looked at Vanessa.
"You told me Daniel had walked away from Sophie before we met.""
"He had!""
"Then why do these letters say otherwise?""
Vanessa's voice rose.
"Because he wanted to look like a good father! You don't understand how manipulative he can be!""
Sophie wiped her cheeks.
"Mom, stop lying.""
The words echoed through the auditorium.
Then Sophie reached deeper into the envelope and pulled out a folded document with an official court seal.
"I found something else with the letters.""
She handed it to Richard.
He unfolded the pages and began reading.
At first, his expression was merely puzzled.
Then his face went pale.
He looked at me.
He looked at Sophie.
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Finally, he turned to Vanessa and asked a question so quietly that everyone around us leaned closer to hear it.
"Why does this court order say Daniel was granted custody of Sophie twelve years ago?""
