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

at Daniel.

He shrugs awkwardly.

“The sink was leaking,” he mutters. “And the fence was falling apart.”

I look back at Emily.

“So you invite my brother over while I’m at work and you don’t tell me?”

She shakes her head quickly.

“No! I wanted to tell you. But every time I tried, you looked so stressed already. I didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t take continue reading …