Mundo de ficçãoIniciar sessão"Your father is here." Melissa rushed the words from her mouth and my heart nearly stopped.
What she was saying made no sense in my mind. My father- I didn't have a father. I had Frank and a sperm donor. A Father was a foreign concept only lucky kids were able to fully experience. I was not one of those lucky kids.
"Father?" I found myself repeating the word, confusion soaking each letter.
"Your father." Melissa spat, anger forming in her crystal eyes. "The social worker





