Then she said something that made my stomach drop: “He told me he’s my real daddy.”
I tried to convince myself it was simply a child’s misunderstanding or an innocent imagination. But Lily sounded certain, and her words followed me through a restless night. By morning, I knew I needed answers. I didn’t want to frighten my daughter or accuse my wife without
knowing the truth.
So I turned my fear into a plan. With a forced smile, I asked Lily if she would like to invite her “real
