Coffee Shop Confession
Sitting together in a quiet corner of the coffee shop, Greg shared observations he’d held onto for years. He pointed out how Jacob never referred to me as his daughter, always using detached language instead. Memories surfaced as Greg reminded me of birthdays where Jacob sat far away and moments when I was deliberately excluded from photos. Hearing someone else say it out loud made my chest tighten. Those experiences I had once brushed aside suddenly formed a clear, painful pattern I could no longer ignore.
Coffee Shop Confession
Ready To Dig Deeper
Greg’s encouragement grounded me when doubt started creeping back in. He assured me I wasn’t imagining things and urged me to keep searching for answers. I told him I planned to look through the house that night, determined to find anything else Jacob might have hidden. He offered his support without hesitation, telling me to call anytime. I messaged Donnie to continue digging through records while I searched at home, and for the first time, I felt backed by a team instead of standing alone.
Ready To Dig Deeper
