Some thought he was sick.
Others that he knew the deceased woman.
The truth was more painful.
He knew her and didn’t know her at all.
Because the woman in that coffin was the child she had been told, 35 years before, that she had never been born.
And of all the things Gregory had regretted in life, one would always follow him:
His daughter had died thinking her father had chosen to leave, while her father had spent his entire life believing that she had never existed.
