Chapter 10: The Truth About My Father
My mother’s face told me everything before she said a single word.
She had heard Thomas.
She knew what he had told me.
And she was afraid.
Not the kind of fear that came from danger.
The kind that came from a truth finally escaping.
“Lily…”
I held up my phone.
“Was he lying?””
She looked down.
That hesitation destroyed me.
“Was he lying?””
My mother walked closer.
“Your father was not perfect.””
I laughed softly.
“That’s not an answer.””
“No.””
Her eyes filled with tears.
“It isn’t.””
The hallway was quiet except for the distant sound of hospital machines.
For years, I had imagined meeting my father.
I imagined anger.
I imagined questions.
I imagined him apologizing for leaving.
I never imagined discovering that maybe he left because he wanted to.
“Tell me the truth.””
My mother closed her eyes.
“Your father’s name was Ethan Carter.””
“Where is he?””
She looked away.
“I don’t know.””
“Mom.””
“I really don’t.””
I stepped back.
“You found out he was alive, but you don’t know where he is?””
Her voice became softer.
“Because Ethan didn’t want me to find him.””
The words hurt more than I expected.
My father.
The man I spent my entire life defending in my imagination.
The man I believed had been taken away.
Maybe he chose to go.
“Why?””
My mother sat down on the bench outside the room.
“Because Ethan believed leaving was the only way to protect you.””
I stared at her.
“From what?””
“From himself.””
I didn’t understand.
She continued.
“Your father was brilliant. He was also reckless.””
“That doesn’t make sense.””
“He trusted the wrong people.””
She looked at the floor.
“Especially Thomas.””
I crossed my arms.
“So Thomas betrayed him?””
“Yes.””
“But my father still left?””
My mother nodded slowly.
“He made a decision.””
The anger inside me grew.
“What decision?””
My mother looked at me.
“He decided that you were safer without him.””
I shook my head.
“No.””
“Lily—”
“No.””
My voice cracked.
“That’s what everyone says when they leave.””
The pain on her face was immediate.
But I couldn’t stop.
“My entire life, everyone has had a reason.””
I pointed toward the hospital room.
“You disappeared.””
I pointed toward the city behind us.
“My father disappeared.””
I looked at my phone.
“Daniel hid things.””
My voice became quieter.
“And somehow I’m supposed to believe all of you were protecting me?””
Nobody answered.
Because nobody could.
Then Daniel walked out of the hospital.
He had heard enough.
“Lily.””
I turned.
“Did you know Ethan left?””
Daniel looked at my mother.
Then at me.
“Yes.””
My heart sank.
“Of course you did.””
“I knew he was alive.””
“And you never told me?””
“I promised him.””
I stared at him.
“You promised my father?””
Daniel nodded.
“He made me swear.””
I laughed bitterly.
“So everyone was loyal to him except me.””
Daniel looked hurt.
“No.””
“Then what was I?””
He didn’t answer.
And that was the worst answer possible.
A nurse suddenly approached.
“Mr. Harrison?””
Daniel turned.
“There’s someone asking for Lily Carter.””
My body went still.
“Who?””
The nurse looked uncomfortable.
“He refused to give a name.””
My mother immediately stood.
“No.””
Everyone looked at her.
She whispered:
“He found us.””
Daniel’s expression changed.
“Who?””
My mother looked at me.
And I knew.
She didn’t have to say it.
Thomas.
A few minutes later, security escorted a man into the hospital waiting area.
Older.
Gray hair.
Calm.
Exactly like the voice on the phone.
Thomas Harrison.
He looked at me.
Not with anger.
With sadness.
“I’m sorry you had to learn this way.””
I stared at him.
“You’re the man who destroyed my family.””
He didn’t deny it.
“I made mistakes.””
I almost laughed.
Everyone in my life used that phrase.
Mistakes.
As if broken families were accidents.
“You told me my father abandoned me.””
Thomas looked down.
“Because he did.””
My mother stepped forward.
“Don’t.””
Thomas ignored her.
“You deserve to know who Ethan really was.””
I looked at him.
“Then tell me.””
He reached into his coat.
And pulled out a small envelope.
“Your father left this for you.””
My heart stopped.
“Where did you get that?””
Thomas looked at my mother.
“She knows.””
My mother’s face changed.
Because she did.
Thomas handed me the envelope.
But before I opened it, he whispered:
“Lily, before you judge your father…”
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He paused.
“Ask yourself why your mother spent seven years pretending he was dead.””
