Dave stood outside Cassidy’s house, unable to wrap his head around what he had just seen. He kept knocking on her door nonstop, hoping for her to come get it but she never did. Feeling defeated, Dave decided to give up momentarily and go home.
He got in his car and tried to recall the image of the young boy he had just seen in his head. Although he had his hand over his eyes, Dave was sure that the boy looked exactly like him. “How is this possible?” he asked himself.
“It can’t be. We got divorced without recording any news of a pregnancy. Could this be just a mere coincidence or is what I’m thinking right?” the questions came flooding his mind like an endless sea.
“Was that why she was quick to sign the divorce papers four years ago? Because she knew she was pregnant?”
As much as he
