My First Daddy Com

Inside was a letter written by his mother, Clara, just before she had passed away. She had kept the secret for twenty-eight years, raising Thomas on her own without ever uttering a word about the man who had shared her youth. But in her final days, the truth had demanded to be told.

David nodded. In his experience, children who lacked stability often invented what they needed most. A daddy who coms . Who arrives. Who shows up.

The man had a thick shock of snow-white hair and deep, weary lines etched around his mouth. But when he looked up, Thomas felt a jolt go straight through his chest.