Elise struggled to breathe, mind racing. Her father—her father, who had grown up believing a different man was his dad—had no idea. “He’s alive,” she whispered. “My dad, grandma’s eldest son… he’s alive, and he’s here.” The veteran nodded, fear flickering across his face.
“He doesn’t know about me?” he asked sadly. Elise said quietly. “I don’t think he does.” The veteran’s hands trembled again, heartbreak etched into the lines of his face. “I always prayed he had a good life,” he whispered. “I never expected to… to see any of you. When I saw that pendant…”