Three weeks earlier, Daniel had contacted her.
He knew he was dying.
They met once at a diner.
He brought something for James.
Back in the attic I searched the trunk again.
Beneath the letters I found a Purple Heart medal, a leather diary, and an old photograph.
The picture showed a young soldier standing beside Martha, holding a baby.
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James.
The next day I gave the box to my son.
He stared at it silently.
Then he said something that stunned me.
“Dad… I’ve known for years.”
Daniel had approached him when he was sixteen.
He told James the truth but made him promise never to tell.
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