Trent’s world unravels when he finds a cryptic note in his nine-year-old daughter’s backpack: “I’m your real dad, come and see me.” Suspicion gnaws at him, but nothing prepares him for the shocking truth he uncovers.
I stood at the kitchen sink, staring at the half-full coffee mug in my hand. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the quiet street outside.
Mornings like this used to mean something to me — peace, warmth, the simple comfort of knowing Lily was just upstairs, getting ready for school. But lately, things felt different.
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I set the mug down with a sigh, listening to the faint sound of Lily’s footsteps from above. She used to charge down the stairs, her hair a mess, talking a mile a minute about her dreams or whatever happened at school the day before.
Now? Now, she dragged her feet, barely speaking, like there was a weight on her shoulders.
Something was wrong, and it worried me.
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“Lily,” I called, hoping for some kind of response that would ease the tension. “You want pancakes? I can make some before you go.”
“Not hungry,” she muttered from the top of the stairs, her voice as flat as it had been for weeks.
I winced. She hadn’t sounded like that before: so sharp, so cold. It wasn’t like her at all. Drying my hands, I turned to face her as she came down.
“Hey, kiddo, what’s going on? You’ve been kinda quiet lately.”
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She shrugged, still not meeting my eyes. “Nothing.”
I hated that response. She used to tell me everything, but now it felt like she was shutting me out. She pulled on her backpack and moved toward the door like she couldn’t wait to leave.
“Lily, wait.” My heart was in my throat. I hated how distant she’d become, and it frightened me more than I wanted to admit. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything.”
She paused with her hand on the doorknob.
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For a second, I thought maybe she’d turn around and open up to me. But then her shoulders stiffened, and she just nodded.
“Yeah. I know.” Her words were hollow, as if she didn’t believe them herself. She opened the door and slipped out without another word.
I stood there in the silence, feeling it close in on me. Something was wrong. I just didn’t know what it was yet.
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That afternoon, I was going through the laundry, like I always did on the weekends. Lily had tossed her backpack onto her bed, and it looked like it had survived some kind of battlefield.
I figured I’d clean it out before throwing it in the wash, so I started digging through the mess of crumpled papers and snack wrappers. That’s when I found the note.
A folded piece of paper slipped out of the side pocket, so worn that it was practically falling apart.
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I stared at it for a second before unfolding it, something heavy settling in my chest.
“I’m your real dad. Come and see me last Monday of September behind the school.”
My heart stopped. The words blurred for a second and it seemed like my brain couldn’t process what they meant. Real dad? What the hell was this?
I was Lily’s dad… I’d raised her since the day she was born.
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Kate, my wife, who’d been gone for six years now, wouldn’t have kept something like this from me. She loved me. She wouldn’t have cheated on me.
Would she?
I felt sick to my stomach. The note wasn’t just some random thing. It felt targeted. Like someone knew exactly how to hurt me, using Lily to get to me. But who? And why?
I wanted to confront Lily right then and demand answers.
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But something stopped me. I couldn’t do that to her, not yet.
The note said to meet on the last Monday of September, which was in two days. I needed to know who was behind this.
Two days later, I was sitting in my car, watching the school. I hated doing this; following my daughter like some kind of detective, but I had no choice. I needed to know what was going on.
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I watched as Lily walked slowly to the back fence of the school, her shoulders tense, like she knew this wasn’t right. And then I saw him: a tall guy, slouching a little, standing by the fence. It took me a second, but when I realized who it was, my blood ran cold.
Jeff. A guy I knew from work. He’d always been quiet and kept to himself, but I never thought much about it.
Until now.
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Lily hesitated for a moment before walking up to him. I cracked the window, just enough to hear their voices.
“You came,” Jeff said, his voice low and almost too calm. “I wasn’t sure you would.”
Lily didn’t respond, but I could see her fidgeting with the straps of her backpack. She was nervous. I could feel it from where I was sitting.
“I know this is a lot,” Jeff continued, his voice gentle in a way that made my skin crawl. “But your mom wanted you to know the truth. She didn’t want to hurt you. Or… him.”
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I couldn’t just sit there anymore. I pushed the car door open and stormed toward them, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might explode. “What the hell is going on here?”
Jeff flinched, his face tightening for a second before he composed himself. “Trent. I was hoping we could talk about this.”
“Talk?” My voice shook with rage. “You think you can just show up and tell my daughter you’re her father?”
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Jeff glanced at Lily, who looked more confused than I’d ever seen her, and then back at me. “She deserves to know. Kate and I… we had something. Lily is my daughter.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My hands clenched into fists, my whole body shaking with disbelief. “No. You’re lying. Kate wouldn’t do that to me. She wouldn’t keep that from me.”
“She didn’t want to hurt you, Trent.” Jeff’s voice was so calm, so sure of himself. “She thought it was for the best.”
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I turned to Lily, my heart breaking at the look on her face: wide-eyed and terrified. “Lily, don’t listen to him. He’s lying.”
Lily’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through me like a knife. “Is it true? Dad… is it true?”
I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands resting on her arms. “It doesn’t matter what anyone says. I’m your dad. I’ve been there every day of your life. That’s what makes me your father. Nothing else.”
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She didn’t say anything, just stared at me, her lip quivering. I could feel her shaking beneath my hands, and it killed me to see her like that. I turned back to Jeff, my rage flaring again.
“Get out of here.”
Jeff sighed, looking almost sad. “I know this is hard, but I’m not going anywhere. She deserves to know the truth.”
“You’re not her father,” I growled, barely holding back my anger. “You never will be.”
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Jeff gave me one last pitying look before turning and walking away. I wanted to chase him, to demand answers, but Lily’s small sob pulled me back.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as tightly as I could. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. Not ever.
That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts I didn’t want to have. Could it be true? Could Kate have hidden something like that from me?
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I thought about every moment we’d shared, every laugh, every conversation. Nothing made sense anymore.
The next day, I started digging into Jeff’s past. I couldn’t just sit around waiting for answers. I needed to know the truth.
It didn’t take long to find out that Jeff had been fired from our company a month ago for lying on his résumé.
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He had a history of manipulation, of using people to get what he wanted. The relief I felt was overwhelming. He’d lied about everything.
A few nights later, Lily and I were sitting on the couch, watching some show that neither of us were really paying attention to. I knew I had to talk to her. She deserved to know the truth.
“Lily,” I said softly, “we need to talk about Jeff.”
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She tensed, curling a little closer to me, but she didn’t say anything.
“He lied to you, kiddo. About everything. Jeff is not your real dad. He’s just… sick. He was trying to hurt us.”
Lily looked up at me, her eyes wide and scared. “But… what if it’s true?”
“It doesn’t matter what he said,” I told her, pulling her closer. “I’m your dad. I’ve always been your dad, and nothing will ever change that.”
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She stared at me for a long moment, her lip trembling, and then she nodded. “I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too, kiddo. Always.”
A few days later, I got a call from the police. Jeff had been arrested for stalking another family. Turns out, the guy had a history of lying and manipulating people. It was over. I hung up the phone, feeling like I could finally breathe again.
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Lily was at the kitchen table, drawing quietly. I walked over and kissed the top of her head. We were going to be okay.
We had to be.
With her blond hair & blue eyes, she was making waves in Hollywood – but look at her now
Kathleen Turner rose to fame in the 1980s with her strength and attractiveness – many consider her one of the most beautiful actresses in Hollywood.
It is this fortitude that has helped her through the many goods and bad times the actress has experienced over the years.
Kathleen Turner was reared in a home with four other children despite having a difficult upbringing. She and her siblings were raised in both Venezuela and London. She experienced tragedy when, at a young age, her father passed tragically suddenly while mowing the lawn of their Hampstead house.
The foreign service expelled Kathleen and her family from the UK a month after his death. Turner moved her family to Springfield, Missouri, where everyone was still mourning their father and their former residence..
After relocating to New York to pursue an acting career as an adult, Tuner at last experienced calm. Although she had some success on the stage, her big break came when she was cast as the femme fatale in the 1981 film “Body Heat.”
Three years after starring next to William Hurt, Turner was given a chance to co-star with Michael Douglas in the famous “Romancing the Stone.” Douglas was in a rocky separation from his wife Diandra at the time of filming, and he and Turner developed some feelings for each other.
“We were in the process of falling in love – fervent, longing looks and heavy flirtation. Then Diandra came down and reminded me he was still married,” Kathleen said.
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She eventually married the property developer from the film, Jay Weiss, in 1984. The two had their only daughter together soon after. Rachel Ann Weiss was born on October 14, 1987.
Unfortunately, the couple’s relationship began to fracture as they started raising their daughter.
“I’d make the movie companies give me long weekends or provide extra tickets so my daughter and husband could come to me. But there was a sense in the marriage the effort was all on his side, which made me feel guilty. It was one of the reasons it ended. I started to feel very oppressed. I thought, ‘Hang on a minute, you’ve done very well out of being married to me also,’” Kathleen explained.
Their marital issues reached a breaking point when Turner played Martha in the Broadway revival of “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” in 2005. Acting in eight performances a week caused Turner to become exceedingly busy, and it seemed Weiss didn’t want to spend any time with her when she was at home.
Turner received a Tony nomination for her performance as Martha during that period, and the two split peacefully.
In 1987, the actress received an Oscar nomination for her performance in “Peggy Sue Got Married.” In the 1980s, she continued to make movies and appeared in a number of blockbusters, three of which starring Michael Douglas.
Kathleen, however, suffered a medical setback in the 1990s when her neck locked, preventing her from turning her head. She also lost the ability to use her hands because of swelling in them.
“It was crippling,” Kathleen said. “You stop taking things for granted when you lose them, even temporarily. What I took for granted – my athleticism, my ability to throw myself around, and just be able to move however I wanted to. When I lost that, that was a real crisis of self: who am I if I cannot do this?”
Rheumatoid arthritis, which is defined by the swelling of the lining of our joints, turned out to be the cause of her unfortunate circumstances. Chronic pain brought on by this illness can be challenging to manage.
“When it was first diagnosed, I was terrified because they said I’d be in a wheelchair,” Kathleen explained. “I thought, ‘If I can’t move, I can’t act.’ Acting isn’t just what I want to do. I was born to do it. It’s at every point of my living. The idea of not being able to do it was the most frightening part – that and the constant pain.”
As a pain reliever, Kathleen used booze and medications. Although they made it easier for her to work, her propensity for consuming vodka caused her to pass out during dress rehearsals for plays like the 2002 theatrical production of “The Graduate.”
After the episode ended, the actress genuinely entered rehab, where it was discovered that she was not an alcoholic. She was instead instructed to just keep better note of when she took her prescriptions and any negative side effects.
The actress now practices yoga and pilates to help her manage her discomfort and stay flexible.
The celebrity started to truly concentrate on her theatrical profession while managing her pain better. Although she occasionally continued to work in cinema and television, she mostly went back to her origins as she got older, even starring in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” on stage in her forties.
“Because I knew that the better roles as I got older would be in theatre, which is absolutely true, so that was a little foresight on my part of which I am justly proud,” Kathleen said.
The actress has been able to devote more time to her passions by concentrating on the theater, including volunteering for Amnesty International and working for Planned Parenthood of America.
Turner has dedicated her life to supporting other women as a fervent feminist and has done so for the majority of her life. Send Yourself Roses, Gloria Feldt’s 2008 biography of the actress, accurately depicts her ideas.
“We are the first generation of women who are financially independent. Women are going back to work,” Kathleen said. “They’re reinventing themselves. I thought I could support that, even increase that. So it has got a lot of philosophy in it and a lot of my beliefs.”
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