. “Looks like we’re neighbors.”I managed to introduce myself, but barely.When I told my dad, who now lives with me, his reaction said it all.“You’re imagining things,” he said quickly. “Don’t start this again.”But his hands were shaking.Three days later, Miles invited me for coffee.I almost said no.But I went anyway.The moment I walked into his living room… I froze.There, draped over a chair, was a small knitted blanket.Blue yarn.Yellow birds.I made that blanket.When I was 17.My mother told me I burned it. The room was spinning. I grabbed the doorframe for balance.Miles looked at me, confused.“Where did you get that?” I asked.And the answer he gave, just two simple sentences,changed everything I thought I knew about my life.Don’t miss the next part of the story:Like this postTap ALL COMMENTSClick the PINNED LINK to read the full story See less(I know everyone is really curious about the next part, so if you want to read more, leave a “YES” comment below!)
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