Sandy put down her book and walked over to join me at the window. “You mean the one who’s always waving at you?” she asked, curious.

I nodded, feeling a strange sadness. “Yeah, but there’s something about the way she looks at me. It feels like she’s asking for help, like she’s trying to tell me something.”

Sandy, ever the practical one, placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Arnie, she’s probably just a lonely kid looking for attention. Have you tried waving back?”

I hadn’t, and I wasn’t sure why. “No. It feels… different. Almost like she’s reaching out for something deeper.”

Sandy sighed. “You’re reading too much into this. It’s just a little girl waving.”

I wanted to believe that. But when I closed the curtains, a knot tightened in my stomach, as if I was turning my back on something I shouldn’t ignore.

That night, I dreamed about the girl. In my dream, she was crying, pleading with me not to leave her. I woke up in a cold sweat, startled to see Sandy looking down at me with concern. “You were talking in your sleep again,” she said.

“I dreamed about her—the girl,” I muttered, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “She was crying, asking for help.”

Sandy looked worried. “Maybe we should talk to someone about this. You seem really disturbed.”

But I knew what I had to do. “No, I think I need to go over there. I can’t keep ignoring this.”

The next morning, I was exhausted. My head throbbed from the restless night. Even the smell of Sandy’s pancakes couldn’t shake me out of my uneasy state. After breakfast, I glanced out the window, and there she was again—waving. It was as if she was waiting for me.

I slammed my coffee cup down on the table. “That’s it. I’m going over there to talk to her parents. I can’t take this anymore.”

Sandy looked up, startled. “Arnie, are you sure? What if it’s nothing?”

“I have to find out,” I said, grabbing my coat.

Sandy hugged me from behind, her voice soft with worry. “Be careful, okay?”

“I will,” I assured her, though I wasn’t sure what I’d find.

As I crossed the street, my heart pounded in my chest. I pressed the buzzer for the apartment I’d seen the girl in countless times. After a long pause, a woman’s voice crackled through the intercom. “Yes?”

“Hi, I’m Arnold from across the street. I’d like to talk to you about your daughter,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

There was another pause, and then the door buzzed open.

When the door opened, my heart nearly stopped. Standing there was someone I hadn’t seen in years. “Juliette?” I whispered, hardly believing my eyes.

She nodded, tears welling up. “Hello, Arnie. It’s been a long time.”

Before I could process what was happening, the little girl appeared at her side, her wide eyes looking up at me with hope. “Daddy?” she said softly.

The ground seemed to shift beneath me. I grabbed the doorframe to steady myself. “What did she just say?”

Juliette stepped aside, gesturing for me to come in. “There’s a lot we need to talk about.”

I sank onto the couch, my mind spinning. Juliette sat across from me, her eyes full of regret. “Do you remember that weekend at the lake house, six years ago?”

I nodded, memories flooding back. “Our last weekend together before we broke up.”

Juliette nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. “What I didn’t know at the time was… I was already pregnant.”

I stared at her, stunned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried,” she sobbed. “But you’d moved away, changed your number. I couldn’t find you. And when I finally worked up the courage, years had passed, and I thought it was too late.”

I glanced at the little girl—my daughter. The realization hit me like a wave, both terrifying and beautiful. “Why now?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“When I saw you through the window a few months ago, I told Heidi you were her father. I thought maybe fate had given us a second chance. But then I saw you with someone else…”

“That’s my wife, Sandy,” I said, my voice hoarse.

Juliette nodded. “I understand. I just wanted Heidi to know her father.”

I stood up, overwhelmed. “I need time to process this.”

Heidi’s small voice cut through the tension. “Daddy, are you leaving?”

Her words shattered my heart. I knelt in front of her, my voice gentle. “I’ll be back, sweetheart. I promise.”

As I walked out, Juliette called after me, “Arnie, I’m sorry. For everything.”

I couldn’t bring myself to respond.

Back home, Sandy was waiting, anxiety etched on her face. “What happened, Arnie? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I collapsed into her arms, sobbing as I told her everything. About Juliette, about Heidi, and about the daughter I never knew I had.

Sandy held me tight, her voice steady. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered. “I have a daughter, Sandy. I can’t walk away from that.”

Sandy nodded slowly. “Then we’ll figure it out. But first, we need to be sure. We need to do a DNA test.”

The next day, I asked Juliette for the test. Her initial reaction was anger, but she eventually agreed. After weeks of agonizing waiting, the results confirmed what I already knew—Heidi was my daughter.

When I broke the news to Sandy, tears streamed down her face. “I love you, Arnie,” she said, holding me close. “And I’ll love her too.”

That day, we went to Juliette’s apartment, where Heidi ran into my arms, calling me “Daddy.” As I held her, I looked at Sandy. She smiled through her tears and reached out to touch Heidi’s hair.

“She’s beautiful,” Sandy whispered.

In that moment, I knew our lives had changed forever. This wasn’t how I’d imagined becoming a father, but as I waved back at Heidi from across the street later that night, I realized this was exactly where I was meant to be.

Life had a funny way of leading me back to my daughter, and I wasn’t going to turn away from that love.