The words kept replaying over and over again in my mind, ‘I’m not your biological father’
“So who is?” I looked at my mother, wanting an explanation.
“It was so long ago. I was young and went out with some friends. And then I met,” she let out a pained sigh, “Atlas. He was a bartender and he just seemed to have the energy around him. Like he was the one lighting up the room. Near closing time a few drunks tried cornering me in the bathroom and he saved me. He let me sit at the bar till he was finished and he walked me home. After that we just kind of clicked. We were only together a few months when I found out I was pregnant. He was terrified, but stayed by my side. And the second you were born,” she looked at me with tear filled eyes, “you were his whole world. He moved us here. Paid fo
