The Sock, the Hairbrush, and the Truth That Set Me Free
While folding laundry, I found a small sock that didn’t belong to my daughter. Later, a pink hairbrush labeled “Avery” fell out of my husband’s suitcase. My heart sank. When I asked him, he finally confessed: he had a daughter from a past relationship—one he never told me about. I was devastated. I asked him…
