Daddy, can we invite my real dad over for Father’s Day dinner

might cry.

Daniel takes a deep breath.

“I didn’t know she thought that,” he says. “I swear.”

My jaw tightens.

“You’ve been coming to my house while I’m at work.”

“Yes.”

“You bring her gifts.”

“Yes.”

“You let her believe you’re her father.”

“No!” he says quickly. “Never.”

Emily finally speaks.

“She misunderstood,” she says, her voice trembling. “Mark, please… continue reading …