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

care of us.”

That hits me harder than I expect.

Daniel sighs.

“I told her to tell you,” he says quietly. “But she didn’t want to hurt your pride.”

My anger begins to shift into something more complicated.

Confusion.

Embarrassment.

But there’s still one problem.

I gesture toward the dining room where Lily hums happily while placing forks on the table.

“Then continue reading …