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

That means I love you just like a dad would.’”

I close my eyes.

Kids.

They hear half a sentence and turn it into something else entirely.

Emily exhales shakily.

“She must have remembered only the ‘real’ and ‘dad’ parts.”

The tension in my chest slowly begins to loosen.

But I’m still hurt.

Still confused.

“Why didn’t either of you tell me any of this?”

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