The Moms'

Writer's POV

"Really?" Linnea continued to stare at Daniel, clearly shocked.

"Yes," Daniel nodded.

Linnea leaned closer. "You're not lying to me, are you?"

"No."

"I know your dad; I saw him a few times."

"No, the man you saw wasn't my dad, but my uncle. He acted as my dad most of the time, but he is not my biological father. He is my mom's elder brother."

Linnea gasped. "What about your dad? Where is he now?"

"I have no idea; he left," Daniel said, shaking his head.

"Left? Where did he go?"

"I don't know, I don't care, and I never want to see him again." He stood, walked to the fridge, grabbed a canned beer, opened it, and took a sip.

"And why is that? What happened?"

"He's a terrible person. Just the thought of him traumatizes me. I only saw him a few times as a kid, but those times were enough."