had physically struck him. His girlfriend looked from Noah to Daniel, then to me, then back again. “You,” she whispered. “You have children?”
I nodded calmly. “Four,” I said.
She swallowed hard. “They’re—”
“His,” I said.
The room exploded into whispers. Daniel’s younger brother covered his mouth with one hand. His aunt sat down heavily on the couch. One continue reading …