She needed the truth.

And in giving it to her, I realized that the story we had carried for twenty-five years was never about secrecy or biology alone. It was about love chosen again and again in different forms.

What began as a vulnerable, unexpected conversation became the start of a new chapter — one grounded in clarity, respect, and a bond that had always been there, simply waiting to be named.

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