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

feel.

“Mark?” he says slowly.

My stomach drops.

“Daniel?” I whisper.

The world suddenly feels too small for both of us.

Behind me I hear the little patter of feet.

“Daddy! Is that him?” my daughter Lily asks excitedly.

Daniel’s eyes immediately soften when he sees her. Lily beams at him like she’s greeting a favorite superhero.

“Hi, kiddo,” he says gently.continue reading …