Disoriented

That's how I felt when I entered the house; I walked in to find a strange man playing with the children, who was laughing and joking with him.

“I asked him to leave, but I couldn’t push him out in front of the kids. I’m so sorry,” Dad whispered, and I tilted my head, turning to my father, who had his head bowed down.

“Who is he?” I inquired, and my father sighed and looked at me. he didnt want to talk , but i knew i had to push harder.

“Luca has been your protector for five years, and the kids think he is their father; they don’t...