(Tiffany)
I'm not sure how I feel about seeing my father after all these years.
He looked at me with a subtle tenderness back there at the park. I don't know but I just saw a father I used to have in him as he stood there gazing at me.
Does he feel sorry?
Why was he there?
I shake my head as I grip the steering tighter but then I hear Liam's voice from the backseat.
"Mommy. Who was that man? He was looking at us," his question throws me off a little but his voice is like a balm to my racing nerves. He's an anchor, keeping me grounded.
Kids are just naturally inquisitive, for a moment I thought he was oblivious of what happened but it turns out I was just second-guessing.
Phew.
I look at him through the rearview mirror and smiled. "No, honey. He wasn't," I lied, I don't know why I
