ANNA'S POV

My dad let out a small smile, still looking at Daniel like he was telling some kind of bad joke. For a few seconds, the room was quiet except for the faint ticking of the wall clock. I glanced between both of them, my brows furrowing in confusion.

Who was Uncle Larry?

“Is this a joke?” my dad finally said after realizing Daniel wasn’t laughing or cracking a smile. His tone was half curious, half desperate, as if he wanted so badly for Daniel to say it was all some misunderstanding.

“Dad,” Daniel began softly, shaking his head. “I would never come back into town just to tell...