PART 3 OF 8
THREE REPORTS AND ONE PHOTOGRAPH
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
The man sitting at the table took a breath.
“He's your biological father.”
The youngest child started crying.
The stepmother rushed toward him.
“Baby, listen to me—”
But the teenage girl stepped between them.
“Did he know about us?”
The mother's expression broke.
That was answer enough.
The girl's voice dropped.
“Did he know?”
“Yes.”
The word barely came out.
The middle boy whispered, “Then why didn't he come?”