my girlfriend's Dad
Eli nodded, kissed her, drove off like a man who knew the next few hours could decide everything.
Damian’s house was quiet when she arrived. The porch light buzzed faintly, a mosquito circling it like it didn’t know any better. She knocked once, then used her key — muscle memory from years of visits.
“Dad?” she called, stepping into the hall.
“In here,” came his voice, calm, even.
He was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled, drying a glass he didn’t need to dry. He smiled when he saw her — the kind of fatherly smile that had smoothed over countless childhood scrapes. Tonight it looked like a mask.
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