As my five-year-old came home from a weekend at my sister Lily’s, he blurted out, “Guess what me and my other dad did!”
I burst out laughing—until I realized thay he wasn’t pretending.
And as I learned Lily was in on it, my world tilted.
Lily has always been my rock.
After Eli was born, she arrived in the middle of the night with soup, cradled him through fevers, and gave me weekends to breathe.
It became our rhythm: every Saturday, she’d whisk him off for adventures.
Yet, that day, his innocent words made my heart pound.
Eli had never known his real father—Trent left before I knew I was pregnant.

I never told him.
So who was this “other dad”?
As Eli confirmed Lily knew him, I followed them the next weekend.
At the park, I saw them—Lily, Eli, and a man in a cap and sunglasses, laughing like a perfect family.
My stomach twisted.
Hours later, when they returned, I was waiting. And then I saw his face.
Trent. Older, leaner—but him.
Lily admitted she’d told Trent about Eli. He claimed he never knew I was pregnant.
He just wanted to know his son. She thought she was protecting us, easing him into Eli’s life slowly.
I felt betrayed, but when Eli asked if he could see Trent again, I couldn’t say no outright.
That night, I called Trent. “I’m not forgiving you overnight,” I told him. “But I won’t keep Eli from you—if we go slow, together.”
Trust may splinter, but sometimes, if you’re willing, it can still grow back.
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