The note was not the first strange thing.
For weeks I felt something lurking just below the surface of our quiet lives – a shift that I couldn’t explain. Lily changed and was distant, scattered. At first, I blamed school stress and maybe fought with a friend. But then the little things began to accumulate.
The way I spoke suddenly disintegrated. The way the home has been checked over the shoulder. Several times I thought I saw someone watching our house, the shadow persisted long enough to make me a diaper. I thought I was paranoid. That was before I found a note. Before my world collapsed.
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The worst nightmare of the father
TRENTY’s world is broken when he discovers in his nine-year-old backpack a hidden refrigerant message:
“I’m your real dad.” Come and look at me. ”
He sinks dubiously, but nothing can prepare him for the devastating truth awaiting development.
I stood at the kitchen sink grabbed a half-hidden coffee mug and stared at the street Tichá behind the curtains. The golden morning light was bathed warm, yet I felt nothing but restlessness.
In the morning it brought comfort – she was preparing for school, the sound of her tracks higher, the way she ran up the stairs, her tangled hair jumped when she excitedly shared her dreams or school stories.
But lately, everything has felt … away.
She moved differently and spoke less. As if she had too heavy a burden on her small shoulders.
I exhaled slowly and put the mug down. “Lily,” I called, hoping he would break between us. “What about pancakes?” I can do something before you go. ”
“There is no hunger,” came the flat reaction from the top of the stairs.
He frowned at my lips. A cold, distant tone – it wasn’t like her. I refused as she descended the stairs and dried her hands on the towel.
“Hey, boy,” I said gently. “You’ve been really quiet lately.” Is there anything wrong? ”
She shrugged and avoided my eyes. “Nothing.”
I hated the word. It meant she closed me.
She grabbed the backpack and created a line for the door as if she couldn’t wait to escape.
“Lily, wait, my voice caught my neck.” You know you can talk to me about something, right? ”
She hesitated for a moment, her hand was on the handle. I hope she blinked in my chest. Maybe she opened it. it
But then her shoulders froze.
“Yeah. I know. ”
The words felt hollow. Without another look, she stepped out and left behind the worrying silence that wrapped around me like a vice.
Something was very bad.
I just didn’t know what.
That afternoon, when I sorted my laundry, I found that Lily’s backpack would fit on her bed. It seemed to be through hell.
I didn’t move it through crumpled papers and snacks. Then I saw it.
Folded piece of paper, crammed deep into the side pocket.
My pulse accelerated when I cautiously developed it.
“I’m your real dad.” Come visit me. Last Monday, September. Behind the school. ”
My breath grabbed. When my mind tried to process, the words were blurred.
Real dad? What the hell is that?
Since she was born, I have raised Lily. She was my daughter. Mine.
Kate – my wife, Lily’s mother – went through six years ago. She loved me. She wouldn’t lie to me.
Would she?
A sick feeling turned in my stomach. It wasn’t a joke. That was deliberate. Someone tried to hurt me – using Lily to do it.
But who? And why?
I wanted to demand answers from Lily, but something held me back. I couldn’t sell it – not yet.
The note mentioned the meeting. In two days.
I needed to find out who was behind it.
Two days later, I sat in my car in front of the school and my hands firmly attached to the steering wheel to raise the joints of white.
I hated it – dressed on my own daughter. But I had no choice.
Lily turned down to the back gate, her little frame time, as if she sensed that something was gone.
Then I saw him.
A tall, swinging man, carelessly leaning on the fence. The moment I met his face, my blood turned into ice.
Jeff.
The guy from work. Peace. Held for himself. Nothing dreamed of him.
Until now.
Lily hesitated and felt with the backpack straps and then took the shaking step.
I cracked the window and listened.
“You came,” Jeff muttered, calming his voice scary. “I wasn’t sure yes.”
Lily did not answer, but I saw her discomfort where I was sitting.
“I know it’s a lot,” Jeff continued, his tone almost … gentle. “But your mom wanted you to know the truth.” She didn’t want to hurt you. Or … ”
He shouted at me.
I threw the car door and attacked them and got angry in my veins.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Jeff kept on but quickly masked with disturbing calm. “TRENT. I was hoping we could talk.”
“Speak?” My voice was sharp with anger. “Do you think you can only show up and tell my daughter that you are her father?”
Jeff turned to Lily, his expression unreadable. “He deserves to know.” Kate and I … we had something. Lily is my daughter. ”
The air around me felt suffocating. My hands turned into their fists.
“No. Lhavíš. Kate wouldn’t do it to me.
Jeff sighed and his voice stable and almost regretted. “She didn’t want to hurt you, Trente.” She thought it was the best. ”
I looked at Lily, her big, frightened eyes at me. Betrayal in them gutted me.
“Dad … is that true?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
I crouched in front of her and gently held my hands.
“It doesn’t matter what someone says,” I told her firmly. “I’m your dad.” I was here every day of your life. That’s what makes me from your father. Nothing else. ”
She stared at me and trembled. My heart hurts fear in her eyes.
I turned back to Jeff and got angry in my veins.
“Stay the hell away from my daughter.”
Jeff sighed and shook his head. “I know it’s hard, but I’m not going anywhere.” He deserves to know the truth. ”
“You’re not her father,” I growled. “And you’ll never be.”
Jeff held my gaze for a moment before he turned and left. I wanted to chase him, and demand answers, but Lily’s soft sobs pulled me back.
I wrapped her around her and held her close.
No one wanted to hurt her. No, when I was alive.
That night I lay in bed, and my thoughts raced.
Could Jeff tell the truth? Did Kate still hide anything?
I was hitting me, but I needed the facts – not speculation.
I started digging the next morning.
It didn’t take long to find the truth.
Jeff was released a month ago for falsifying his resume. It turned out that he had a history of manipulating people, and twisted lies to suit his agenda.
Lied. About everything.
A few nights later we lied and I was sitting on the couch and half watching a show that none of us cared about.
I turned to her. “Lily, we have to talk about Jeff.”
She tightened and called me closer.
“He lied to you,” I said gently. “It’s not your real dad.” He just tried to hurt us. ”
Lily looked up at me and fought in her eyes. “But … what if it’s true?”
“It doesn’t matter what he said,” I assured her. “I’m your dad.” I have always been. It will never change. ”
Her lips are shaking. Finally, she nodded. “I love you, Dad.”
I kissed her on my forehead. “I also love you, boy.” Always.”
A few days later I called.
Jeff was arrested for the persecution of another family.
It was over.
When I hung up, I looked at Lily’s painting on the kitchen table. I kissed her head.
We were fine.
When I watched Lily Paint, the feeling of peace was finally seated over me. Fear and doubt that he has been shaking his life now. Jeff was gone, his lies were revealed, and our bond remained unbreakable. No matter what happened in the past, one truth would never have changed – I was Lily’s father, the one who has always been there and would always be.
I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on my head, and when she looked at me with a small, trustworthy smile, I knew we would be fine.