What if after your father died, you discovered information that changed everything? Such as, he was a good dad, a loving grandparent, but a monster underneath—pick your type. Or that he secretly hated you. Or that he loved another child, one he never mentioned yet kept in touch with his whole life. Or what if it went the other way? That he and your mom had stolen you from someone else after their own baby died. Meaning you were indeed who you’d been raised to be—but not who you thought you were. Is it always better to know the truth?