MINE
Anthony had imagined fatherhood many times.
Over fifteen years, he'd imagined it hundreds of times.
A tiny hand wrapped around his finger.
A little girl calling him Daddy.
A son asking him impossible questions.
Family dinners.
Bedtime stories.
School events.
All the ordinary moments he'd convinced himself would never happen.
What he had never imagined...
Was standing across the street from his children while they had no idea who he was.
The realization was torture.
Pure torture.
Anthony sat inside his vehicle staring through the academy gates.
The DNA report rested beside him.
He'd read it so many times the edges had begun to bend.
Yet every time he looked at it, the result remained the same.
99.9999%.
Daniel Hart.
His son.
