I was terrified of him at first glance. His face was sharp as hell, from his nose and chin all the way to his eyebrows. His black medium-length hair was clearly touched by a professional. It wasn’t moving an inch.

I never wanted my first meeting with the father of the man I love to be this way. That broke my heart alongside many things.

He was wearing a black suit and black shirt, complimenting his features. That made him look even more terrifying. I knew at ...