My mother decided to leave.
But David tried to find her.
One evening, when my mother was already in the final months of her pregnancy, he came to this very beach, hoping to meet her.
That day, a sudden storm broke out.
David was involved in a serious car accident on the road leading to the beach.
He was taken to the hospital, but the doctors couldn’t save him.
I was stunned.
“So my father died before I was born?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“And Robert?”
My mother began to cry.
“Robert is David’s older brother.”
I nearly dropped my phone.
The father who had raised me my entire life was actually my uncle.
But the biggest secret was still to come.
“Emily,” my mother continued, “after David died, I blamed myself. I thought that if I had met him, he wouldn’t have taken that road.”
Robert was there for us during those difficult days. He helped me at the hospital and later, after you were born. When you were one year old, we decided to get married.
