The man standing under the porch light looked down at the old journal in his hands, then back up at Adrian. His face was weathered, his posture hesitant."I'm David Vance," the man said softly. "Your father's younger brother. I know tonight isn't the time for long explanations. But before you step into that church tomorrow, I wanted you to have Thomas’s private journal from his final months. He wanted you to know that his regrets were real, and that the family he failed was the only thing he wished he had fixed."Adrian stood still on the threshold, looking at the worn leather cover. For years, he had carried anger toward his father's secrets. But looking at his uncle's tired eyes, Adrian felt no sudden burst of rage. His heart was quiet, whole, and firmly grounded in the life he had built for himself.He reached out and took the journal gently."Thank you, David," Adrian said, his voice deep and steady. "Thank you for bringing it. You're welcome to sit in the back row tomorrow if you
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