I Stumbled Upon a Headstone in the Woods and Saw My Childhood Photo on It – I Was Sh0cked When I Found out the Truth

“There are flowers,” Lily said softly. “Dried bouquets everywhere.”

She pointed to one grave where brittle stems lay tied with faded ribbon.

“Someone’s been coming here,” I murmured. “For years.”

Before Lily could respond, Ryan’s voice rang out.

“Dad! Mom! Come here! I found a picture of Dad!”

My son was crouched near a small headstone between two elm trees, tracing something on its surface.

“What do you mean, a picture of me?” I asked, my pulse pounding as I stepped closer.