On My Birthday I Stood In Front Of Everyone With A Black Eye

the man he wanted me to see. And you, Daniel, you spent your life trying to be a man who never even existed.”

We sat in silence for a long time.

“Vanessa’s father,” I said finally, my voice flat. “Was his name Arthur Vance?”

Daniel’s head snapped up. The color drained from his face. “How did you know that?”

“Your father’s letter,” I replied. “Was it a continue reading …