“Are you going to leave me too?” I froze. She went on, “Jake said I don’t really belong to you. That I have real parents somewhere else. And one day… you’ll leave too.” Lily is adopted. We planned to tell her gently, with love. But Jake had stolen that moment, leaving her frightened and confused. When I told my husband, he was furious. Jake vanished—calls unanswered, no explanation. Until months later, a message came: Can we talk?
I met him. He looked broken. And then he told me he had just found out he was adopted, overhearing it by accident. He was angry, lost—and in a moment of weakness, he lashed out at Lily with his own pain. He didn’t ask for forgiveness. And I couldn’t give it. Lily speaks again now. She laughs. But there’s a flicker in her eyes, a question she can’t shake: Will they leave me? Jake was family. Trusted. Safe. And in one careless moment, he became the reason our daughter forgot how to trust.