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

softly, “why don’t you go set the table for us?”

“But I want to show Uncle—”

“Please,” I say gently.

She nods and runs toward the dining room.

As soon as she disappears around the corner, I stand back up.

The silence becomes suffocating.

Daniel rubs the back of his neck.

“Mark… this isn’t what you think.”

“Then what is it?” I ask quietly.

Emily looks like she continue reading …