Elaine
“That is an odd and maybe rude question,” the stranger said.
“I think it’s really important.”
What if he didn’t know who his Dad was?
“It has nothing to do with why you feel so damn familiar,” he barked.
“Yes, it does! I have suspicions,” I said, biting the inside of my cheek.
“Care to share?” he raised a brow.
“That your Dad could be my Dad,” I said quickly.
He backed up and blinked as if someone threw sand on his face.
“That’s impossible I’m an only child,” he confessed.
“Are your parents together?”
He stared at me with confusion. “No but that doesn’t matter. My Dad’s an honest man. He’s never lied to me and if I had siblings he would tell me.”
My throat grew thick from a blend of emotions. “Is your Dad’s name Laiken?”
His eyes narrowed and his muscles tensed. It was
