I wish he had told me.
I wish he’d defended me more loudly.
But wishing doesn’t rewrite families.
Truth sometimes arrives late.
Sometimes after funerals.
And sometimes inside a metal box with an old brass lock.
Which betrayal would hurt you most: Frank hiding the truth, his children judging Patricia for years, or learning the family history only after his death?
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