I’d spent years caring for strangers, but nothing prepared me for the dying father who begged me to marry him and raise his little girl. I thought I understood the promise I’d made. Then, after his funeral, a stranger revealed that I faced a family secret far more painful than I’d imagined.
Three days after I became a widow, a stranger told me my husband had lied about the little girl he’d asked me to raise.
“Are you Lucas’s wife?”
I turned toward the woman standing near his grave.
“Yes. I’m Nomi.”
“Are you Lucas’s wife?”
She glanced at Alicia, whose small hand was wrapped around mine.
“I’m Dana. I’m Alicia’s grandmother.”
I stared at her.
“Lucas told me she didn’t have any family.”
“That’s what he wanted you to believe.”
“I’m Dana. I’m Alicia’s grandmother.”
Dana pulled an envelope from her purse.
“Before you call yourself her mother, you need to know what he hid from you.”
I stepped between her and Alicia.
“Whatever this is, she’s just buried her father.”
I stepped between her and Alicia.
“I’ve waited almost five years to see her, Nomi.”
“Then you can wait until she’s ready.”
Dana handed me the envelope.
“Please read it before you decide I’m the enemy.”
I didn’t answer.
“I’ve waited almost five years to see her.”
A month earlier, I’d never even heard of Lucas.
***
At 37, I’d spent most of my adult life working as a nurse.
I loved my job, although my coworker Tilly often said I treated days off like an illness.
One evening, an ambulance brought Lucas into our hospital.
I’d never even heard of Lucas.
While doctors examined him, I noticed a little girl outside his room.
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