Chapter 3 - THE SECRET MY FATHER HID

I spent the entire night staring at old family photos.
Looking for answers.
Looking for the moment my family changed.
Because my father had always been distant with Juniper.
I noticed it before.
I just ignored it.
He rarely hugged her.
Rarely played with her.
Never called her his little princess like he did with my older brotherâs children.
I always told myself he was just getting older.
I was wrong.
The next morning, I went to his house.
He opened the door and immediately knew why I was there.
âYou came because of Tabitha.â
âNo.â
I stepped inside.
âI came because of Juniper.â
His face tightened.
âWhat about her?â
âWhy donât you love her?â
The question hit harder than I expected.
My father looked away.
âThatâs not fair.â
âNo?â
I placed the medical report on the table.
âYou watched your daughter take medicine away from a sick child.â
âI made a mistake.â
âNo.â
I shook my head.
âYou made a choice.â
Silence.
Then my father said something I never expected.
âJuniper reminds me of someone.â
My eyebrows narrowed.
âWho?â
He looked at the floor.
âYour mother.â
My heart stopped.
My mother had died when I was young.
âWhat does Mom have to do with my daughter?â
My fatherâs face changed.
Pain.
Regret.
Fear.
âThere are things you donât know about that night.â
âWhat things?â
He didnât answer.
I stepped closer.
âDad.â
His voice dropped.
âJuniper shouldnât exist.â
The words hit me like a punch.
I stared at him.
âWhat did you say?â
Before he could answerâŠ
My phone rang.
It was Willa.
Her voice was shaking.
âCome home.â
âWhy?â
âI found something else on the recording.â
My grip tightened around the phone.
âWhat?â
A pause.
Then she whispered:
âYour sister wasnât just taking the inhaler.â
âShe was looking for something inside Juniperâs medical bag.â
I felt a chill run through me.
âWhat was she looking for?â
Willa hesitated.
Then she answered.
âProof that Juniper is not your daughter.â
I froze.
Because suddenly this wasnât about an inhaler anymore.
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It was about a secret my family had buried for four years.
And someone was willing to hurt my child to keep it hidden.