When I opened the door… for a second, my brain refused to function. I just stood there staring, my hand still holding the knob, my breath stuck somewhere between my chest and throat. Because of all the people I expected to see at my door that evening, the very last person was the man standing in front of me.
“Dad?” I said surprised, because I actually was… even though the word came out sounding like a question I wasn’t ready to know the answer to.
I had barely finished discussing with Clara when I heard a knock at the door. At first, I had ignored it, thinking it was some delivery guy or my neighbor. But then when it came again, more insistent, I knew I had to go check...
Peeping through the peephole, my blood ran cold. There he was… Aaron. My father. Standing there like he was expecti
