Yesterday, Adam was getting ready for school upstairs and I was savoring my last sip of coffee when the doorbell rang. I assumed it was one of the neighbors, or maybe the mailman with a package I’d forgotten about.
But when I opened the door, my heart lurched.Daniel.
I hadn’t thought about Daniel in years. Maybe in flashes when Adam would ask about his father, or in the quiet moments before sleep when the past likes to sneak up on you. But this… this was not how I imagined seeing him again.
He stood there, ten years older, but still the same. Beside him was another man. Stiff, wearing an expensive suit, with not a single hair out of place. He clutched a folder, and everything about him screamed lawyer.
Why are you here?” I croaked. My voice cracked, but I refused to back down.Daniel didn’t bother with pleasantries. He never did. “I’m here to take back my son.”
