XANDER

“You— you’re not actually serious, are you?”

Watching her lips quiver, and eyes bore into mine sternly, made me stand my ground.

Of course, I was serious. I mean, a daughter has to know her biological father, right?

“I’m not joking, Lynn,” I knew she no longer wanted me to call her that, but I’d gotten used to it. “I need my daughter, and she needs me.”

She scoffed, digging her teeth into her lower lip as she turned away briefly. “Why are you bringing this up ...