At my dad’s wedding, his speech was all smiles and love until he said the words that broke my heart. I couldn’t breathe. So I walked out, shattering the picture-perfect day, and uncovering a truth my mom had kept from me for years.
Seven years.
That’s how long it had been since my parents divorced, and honestly, I still didn’t really understand why.
I’m the only adopted child. My brother and sister are my parents’ biological kids. Tommy has Dad’s crooked smile, and Jessica has Mom’s nose.
But I never felt left out because of it.
Mom always kept things vague when I asked about the divorce. She’d get that tight smile, the one that never reached her eyes, and change the subject.
Dad? He stayed bitter about the whole thing, like someone had personally wronged him and he couldn’t let it go.
But I remembered one fight.
I was maybe nine, hiding at the top of the stairs while they screamed at each other in the kitchen.
Mom’s voice cut through everything else: “You’re a jerk who doesn’t deserve his kids.”
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