Kyle hadn’t called in weeks but suddenly wanted a Father’s Day visit. I agreed, knowing he was after likes, not love. Ever since our divorce, he’s built a digital shrine to fatherhood — old photos, sugary captions, and zero real effort. He hadn’t paid child support in six months or texted our daughter, Emma, in nearly as long. Still, when he messaged “Thinking of stopping by Sunday,” I said yes — because I knew something he didn’t.
That night, I told Emma her dad was coming. She hesitated, then pulled out a half-finished Father’s Day card from school. “I didn’t know how to finish it,” she whispered. “I don’t even know if I have a dad anymore.” My heart broke — but then she smiled. “Actually… I know what to do.” She spent the evening coloring, cutting, and adding glitter. When she finished, I saw what she’d written inside — and knew this card would change everything.....
