DANTE
"Yeah." Cinnamon replied.
"She does that sometimes. Has since she was three. I'm the closest thing to a father figure she has since her actual father is a piece of s**t," I explained, stepping closer. "I was going to come to you after I found out that you were already gone."
"Oh my god." She sat down hard on the sofa. "I thought, I've been thinking—"
"That I was married." I crouched in front of her, hands on her knees.
"She looks so much like you," Cinnamon said, still processing.
"Genetics are wild." I rubbed her knees with my thumbs. "Doesn't help when I visit her at school. Even her piece-of-s**t father thought Thessa was mine at one point. Created a whole scene about it."
"Thessa." She tested the name. "That's beautiful."
"She is." I paused, choosing my next words careful
