I discovered the truth through quiet surveillance and painful clarity—her “other mom” was real, and so was the betrayal. No shouting, just proof: frozen moments on a screen, a love I couldn’t fight. I made a choice—for her, for me—to protect what mattered and prepare for the unknown road ahead.
Now, as we stand on new shores, Tess’s laughter and love remind me of what’s important. The ocean may hold secrets, but so does my heart, filled with fierce love and quiet courage. I didn’t lose myself. I found the strength to be whole, just for her.
