They had judged our lives by what they could see.
But they had never bothered to ask what was hidden underneath.
And as Daniel and I walked out of the church together, I noticed something else.
Mr. Harris was still standing in the back.
He was holding another envelope.
He looked at me and whispered:
“Grace… there is one more thing your father never told you.”
I stopped walking.
Daniel’s face went pale.
Because apparently, the truth we had just uncovered…
