I couldn’t hear what Levi said on the other end, but I watched the tension slowly disappear from my husband’s shoulders.
“Are you sure, Dad?”
A long pause.
Then Ethan closed his eyes.
When the call ended, he looked at me.
**“He said being my father has been the honor of his life. He said learning where I came from doesn’t change that.”**
Many months later, the address eventually led us to a house three states away.
A woman named Marlene answered.
The moment she saw Ethan, she stared at his face.
Then she quietly said,
**“Oh. You must be his.”**
Sebastian, we learned, had passed away years earlier.
There would be no dramatic reunion.
Instead, Marlene gave Ethan something quieter but still meaningful.
Stories.
Photographs.
Family history.
Pieces of a man he had never known.
That evening, after we returned home, I opened a fresh notebook.
