My boyfriend had pictures of another girl saved in a hidden folder.
There were dozens of them.
At restaurants. In his car. At family gatherings.
Some of them were years old.
I confronted him, bracing for the worst.
He stared at the screen for a long time before he finally said, “That’s my daughter.”
I’d been with him for eight months.
He’d told me he had a kid, but said he barely saw her because things were complicated with his ex.
What he never told me was that he’d been trying to rebuild their relationship after being gone for years...