That was only a couple of months before Mark and I got married.
The manager showed me where the unit was located.
I stood in front of the door for several seconds before inserting the key.
The lock opened easily.
When I raised the door, I expected to see old furniture, boxes, or perhaps belongings Mark had forgotten.
Instead, I found something that completely changed my understanding of my husband.
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The unit had been carefully arranged like a small room.
There was a covered sofa, a bookshelf, several storage containers, and a rocking chair. A stuffed rabbit sat on the chair.
Then I noticed the photographs.
They covered a large corkboard on the back wall.
There was Mark holding a newborn baby.
There was Mark sitting beside a woman I had never seen.
There were photographs of a little girl wearing a purple dress.
The same girl appeared in picture after picture as she grew older.
My eyes moved to the handwritten cards pinned between the photographs.
“Dad, thanks for coming.”
“Dad, I love you.”
“Dad, you’re my hero.”
I felt my stomach tighten.
Dad.
