The screen went dark.

I sat there motionless, tears running down my face. Nora had known she was running out of time, even before the accident. She had carried that knowledge alone, just as she had carried so many other burdens in her life.

“Ollie,” Amelia said quietly, wiping her eyes. “If Leo hid this, he must be terrified of what it means. We need to talk to him before he wakes up believing we’ll love him less.”

We found Leo curled up in his bed. The moment he saw us standing in the doorway, his eyes locked onto the stuffed bunny in Amelia’s hands. All the color drained from his face.

“No,” he whispered as he sat up quickly. “Please… don’t.”

Amelia held the flash drive gently. “Sweetheart, we found this.”

Leo began to shake. “Please don’t be angry. Please don’t send me away. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”

We rushed to his side at once.

“I found it two years ago,” Leo sobbed. “Fluffy had a small tear, and I felt something inside. I was too scared to watch the video at home, so I played it on a computer at the school library.”

His voice broke completely. “I heard everything Mom said—about my dad leaving, about him not wanting me. And I got so scared that if you knew the truth… if you knew my real father didn’t want me… you’d think something was wrong with me too. That maybe you wouldn’t want me either.”

He covered his face with his hands. “That’s why I never let anyone touch Fluffy. I was terrified you’d find it and send me away.”

I pulled him close, wrapping my arms around him. “Leo, sweetheart, listen to me. Nothing your biological father did—or failed to do—defines who you are. Nothing.”

“But Mom said he left,” he whispered. “What if that means there’s something wrong with me?”

Amelia knelt beside us, resting a gentle hand on Leo’s back. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re wanted and loved—not because of where you came from, but because of who you are.”