Danny's POV
"Danny…?" said a voice.
My dad stood in front of me with guilt etched painfully on his face. He took a lock of my hair and admired the way I'd turned out to be.
"Danny, you look just like your mother," he said. His eyes welled with tears.
"Danny?"
"Dad..." I closed my eyes. His touch was piercing me. I couldn't take it any longer. "You can’t be forgiven. You've broken too many hearts."
A tear rolled down his cheek. "Please, Danny. I love you." He loved me? No, it couldn’t be. This wasn’t real.
"Danny!"
"Dad, you can’t get away with this," I said. He fell to his knees and held my legs. My lower lip trembled. Why did he stoop so low?
"I'm so sorry, Danny. I love you so much!" he cried. "I promise I'll never let anyone go. Just forgive me."
Was that what he was asking fo
