Zadie's POV
Could it be? Could this really be my father standing in front of me? He looks so much like Trey under all that hair, dirt, and grim. Our father didn't have a brother, so it has to be. Or am I just wishing it is him so badly that my eyes are playing tricks on me?
"Dad?" I heard Trey say. So he's thinking it too?
"You got the wrong guy. I ain't got no kids," he replied. Then he proceeded to give the same information as all the people before him. Name, skill, then voiced his option on where he should be housed. He gave the name of James Morris, who was a blacksmith and skilled fighter, although never used in that capacity. When he reached out his hand to take Rex's, I extended my hand out and took his in mine. I had to know. I had to know for sure if this was my father or not
