Christmas Eve had always felt heavy to me, a reminder of what I’d lost. After my shift in the chaotic ER, I slid into a taxi, exhausted, and let sleep take over. But when I woke, I wasn’t home—I was in an abandoned garage.
Panic set in as the driver was nowhere to be found. Then, a man stepped through a door, claiming to be my father—a man I’d never known. He explained he’d only recently discovered I existed, and the revelation hit like a freight train.
Before I could process it, my boyfriend Jeremy appeared, confessing he’d spent two years searching for my father to give me the chance at closure—or a new beginning.
Overwhelmed, I confronted the man who shared my eyes and my pain. Anger clashed with longing as he admitted he’d never known about me. Despite my doubts, I agreed to let him into my life, if only cautiously.
For the first time, Christmas didn’t feel like an ache. It felt like the start of something I never thought I’d have—a family.
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