Just as I’m about to slap him for being a dick, I see it. Something of a grimace crosses his face. A shadow of doubt, perhaps? A speck of confusion laced within deep blue eyes that stares at me wider than they had only moments ago. I can’t really blame him for some of what transpired over my life. He didn’t know about our daughter, and even though I did look for him at one point in time, I didn’t pursue that idea any further since.
“We have a child?” he finally mutters, shaking his head.
“No, I have a daughter,” I correct. Perhaps it’s bitchy of me, but she is my daughter, even if he helped create her. She doesn’t know him and perhaps one day they can get to know each other, but right now… she doesn’t know him.
And I don’t know if she could handle having this dropped on her right now while in her senior year of high school. It’s a lot for a kid her age to digest.
His eyes narrow, laced with what looks like irritation and anger.