The First Meeting
Daniel’s house was modest, tucked away on a quiet street surrounded by trees. Jack parked the Impala and approached the front door, his heart pounding in his chest. What would he say? How would he even begin to explain why he was there? Before he could second-guess himself, the door opened, and a man about Jack’s age stood there, looking at him with a mix of curiosity and confusion. “Can I help you?” he asked.
The First Meeting
A Shared Connection
Jack introduced himself, explaining that he had found a letter from their father. Daniel’s expression changed from confusion to shock. “Our father?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Jack nodded, pulling out the photograph of their father and Eleanor. Daniel stared at it, his eyes welling up with emotion. “I never knew him,” Daniel admitted quietly. “My mother told me he left before I was born. I always wondered what happened to him.”
A Shared Connection
