The question landed like a crack in glass. A backseat whisper, a child’s curiosity, and suddenly Father’s Day wasn’t about syrup and smiles—it was about everything we hadn’t said. I thought I knew who I was in her life. I thought love was enough to keep the past buried. Then the doorbell rang, and the man on the step looked too much like me to ign… Continues…
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