I Was Never My Dad’s Favorite. 25 Years Later, I Finally Learned The Heartbreaking Reason Why

As Lisa continued searching through the mess in her father’s office, her fingers brushed against the edge of a faded envelope tucked between stacks of old papers. Intrigued, she carefully pulled it out, revealing a series of letters addressed to her father. The handwriting on the envelopes was elegant, the ink slightly smudged with age, as if the letters had been read and reread many times. Lisa felt a strange sense of anticipation as she opened the first letter. The name at the bottom made her heart stop—Celeste. Who was this woman, and what role had she played in her father’s life?