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The First Lie
The first folder contained my parents’ divorce papers — filed months before the accident.
Grandpa had never mentioned a divorce. I’d always believed my parents were happily married until the day they died. In truth, they had been separated.
So why were they in the same car that night?
The next documents were worse: child support filings, missed payments, missed visitation dates. Letters from the court addressed to my father, detailing how he failed to appear for hearings, never paid child support, and kept changing his phone number to avoid contact.
The shock was in the dates.
This legal battle had taken place after the car accident.
And it wasn’t my mother’s name on the filings — it was Grandpa’s.
My father hadn’t d.ied in the accident. My parents had divorced, Mom had d.ied, and Grandpa had sued my father for child support.
But my father had done everything possible to dodge responsibility. He hadn’t been absent because he couldn’t be part of my life — he chose not to.
All those years I asked Grandpa what my father was like, whether he would’ve been proud of me… Grandpa smiled sadly and told me stories about a man who loved me.
