My dad and I both work at the same hospital

”

Denise’s pen stops moving across the paper.

I straighten in my chair.

“He’s my dad,” I say clearly. “Michael Carter. My father.”

Ashley’s confident posture collapses slightly, like a structure that suddenly loses its foundation.

“But… you…” she stammers, glancing between us. “You don’t look…”

“Alike?” my dad finishes for her calmly.

She nods weakly.

He shrugs continue reading …