He took a deep breath, bracing himself. “It’s about Emily and David,” he whispered.
My chest tightened. “What about them?” I asked, barely steady.
Dad’s eyes clouded with dread. “I found out something about David. I couldn’t say it earlier—it was their day. They deserved that.”
Fear gripped me. “What is it?”
He looked away, ashamed. “David has another family. A wife and child in another city.”
The words hit like a blow. “No… that can’t be true. How do you know?”
“I hired a private investigator,” Dad admitted. “Things never added up. Today, I got confirmation. I couldn’t stay silent.”
I shook my head, torn between disbelief and the gravity in his voice. My father wasn’t careless with truth.
“What do we do?” My voice cracked.
“For now, nothing,” he sighed, looking older than ever. “We can’t ruin her day. But we must protect Emily.”
A tear slid down my cheek. Emily, laughing under the lights, deserved real love. I vowed silently, “I’ll be there for her.”
Dad squeezed my hand. Together, we would face the storm—step by painful step.
