Then he frowned and I saw the differences.
Lily stood up.
“Dad.”
And suddenly I remembered a little girl with the eyes of Daniel, who was barely five years old the last time I saw her.
Your daughter.
I looked at Lily again.
“Oh my God.”
I looked at Lily again.
I held on to the edge of my desk.
Daniel stared at me.
“Rachel?”
I couldn't breathe.
“What are you doing here?” I asked breathlessly.
His eyes wide opened.
“Oh, God. Paul didn’t tell you.”
“What are you doing here?”
The room was silent.
I said, "Tell me what?"
Daniel slowly pulled a chair away.
“I moved back. Three months ago.”
I laughed once because the alternative was to scream.
“Three months?”
"Tell me what?"
Daniel and Paul had distanced themselves years ago because of their father's inheritance. What began as a discussion about property turned into years of silence.
