Floyd's POVDinner was a disaster.I'd ordered pizza, what five-year-old didn't like pizza? But Gio sat at the kitchen table staring at his plate like I'd served him poison."It's pepperoni," I said, trying to sound upbeat. "Your favorite, right?"He didn't answer. Didn't even look at me."Gio, you need to eat something, buddy.""I'm not hungry." He said coldly."You haven't eaten since you got here...""I want to go home." His voice was flat.I set down my own slice, appetite gone. "Gio, we talked about this. You're staying here tonight. Tomorrow you go back.""I want Daddy."The word, Daddy, felt like a knife every time he said it. And he'd said it seventeen times since we'd arrived."I'm right here....""Not you." He finally looked at me, and the hatred in his eyes was devastating. "I want my real daddy."My chest tightened. "Gio, I am your real....""No you're not!" His voice rose, cracking. "You're just Floyd! Daddy is Daddy! And I want to go home to him!"He started crying again
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