He opened the door cautiously, shock flickering across his face. Inside, his wife made tea with trembling hands while my father explained everything.
Harold listened in stunned silence.
“I never imagined,” he whispered. “Not after all those years.”
When my mother asked about Lily, his composure finally broke. He told us about endless treatments, mounting bills, sleepless nights, and fear that never truly left.
“What your father did,” he said, tears slipping free, “he saved my child.”
From that moment on, something shifted.
