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Mom was upstairs to shower while dad was watching a football match on TV. " Hey dad." I said and sat down next to him as I pulled my knees against my chest. " Yeah, you're good?" " Nah. Are you aware that Aiden reads minds?" I asked as dad turned to look at me, surprised. " Yeah. So?" " What is he?" I asked dad, he chuckled. " Well he's a psychologist." Dad said and I laughed. " Daddy?"

I sincerely said and pulled away. Strangely, my Dad dropped his jaw slightly while my Mom burst into laughter. "Arisa Gail, didn't I tell you to behave?" Dad said disapprovingly, running his fingers through his jet black superman hairstyle. He could almost tear his shirt apart and fly up to the sky to save the day. Yeah, my Dad is geeky handsome and he was absolutely at the top of the hottest male geek in the world. I mean my Mom's world because she was the one who said that.

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Dad is also here. Oh, shit.

"Yeah, our dad is Graham Hopkins." . . . ______

The sea breeze softened my voice, turned it lazy. "Maybe you should go comfort him, Dad?"

He stayed still, like a man who knew movement would be the same as confession. “I saw the way he looked at you at the barbecue,” Lily said. “I felt the way he reacted when you called his name. It wasn’t nothing, Dad.” Damian exhaled slowly, then pulled out the chair across from hers and sat down. “You’ve always been sharp,” he said. “That’s not an answer.” He studied her for a long moment, eyes searching hers for the version of his daughter that might still want to believe in a simple world. He didn’t find it.

The door open almost instantly and my dad walked in. "Son, are you ready?" He asked. "you know we can't be late" My dad James Mendez a worldwide business man. He's always so punctual. "Good morning to you too dad and yes I'm ready, how do I look?" I asked standing and fixing my suit jacket. He smirked. "Your sense of humor is enlightening son, you look quite good if I may add." he stated in his British accent. My dad had spent most of his life in England.

"Good. What movie should we watch next, then? Would a romcom do it for you?" "I guess so" "Good" I leaned more into him, pressing my head into his chest and loving the warmth of him. I felt safe, understood and comfortable with him. Lucius Devine, my late father's friend. If he was my father's friend, then he should know about my dad, right? If I couldn't ask my mum about my dad, then I could ask him. "What type of man was my dad? Please tell me the truth. I am an adult and you don't need to sugarcoat things for me"

My mouth fell open. Dad is dying.