The night before my father’s funeral I couldn’t sleep — guilt haunted me over ignored calls and the pain of never properly saying goodbye. My mother-in-law, Carol — who had always been distant — surprised me with an apology at the funeral and asked a strange question about 1981. The next morning I found a letter from her, offering to start over now that my dad was gone, but it felt hollow. Driven by confusion, I searched my father’s things and found a postcard from 1981 addressed to a friend named Walter. Visiting him revealed that Walter and Carol had once had a brief relationship — and he believed he might be my husband Adam’s biological father. When I confronted Carol, she broke down and admitted she’d raised Adam alone out of fear and shame. Adam, shocked yet calm, said he needed time — and that night under the stars he told me: “Funny how everything changes when you least expect it.” Despite our past hostility, maybe we could finally stop being enemies.