I never imagined my daughter Penelope would look at me with such disappointment.
Something had changed—and it all started the night a man from my past showed up.
His name was Adam—my long-lost brother, the child my mother had been forced to give up.
I hadn’t told anyone, not even my husband Sam. But Penelope saw him, misunderstood, and shut me out.
When I finally told her the truth, sliding documents under her door, she began to understand.
Sam was shocked too, but stood by me. And when Adam came to dinner, it was Penelope who surprised
me—slowly opening her heart and even bonding with him over music.
Now, Adam is part of our lives. The secret that almost tore us apart ended up bringing us closer.
Sometimes, the past returns not to haunt you—but to heal you.
