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Chapter 19 - Jonathan never knew

Ethan’s father, Jonathan Ashford, died four years before my wedding.

Pancreatic cancer.

He never learned I was alive.

That became Victoria’s hardest grief after finding me.

She said:

“He waited.”

I did not know what to say.

She showed me one photograph.

Jonathan sitting beside a birthday cake with three candles.

No child.

Every year until Hannah would have turned eighteen, they bought a small cake.

Not a public ritual.

Just them.

At three.

At ten.

At sixteen.

Victoria stopped after Jonathan died.

I asked:

“What did you do with them?”

“Threw them away after.”

Something about that broke me.

I cried for a father I had never known.

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Then felt guilty because Marian had been there for every one of my actual birthdays.

Grief again refused categories.

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