But I wasn’t going to accept William’s version of the story.
I turned around.
“William.”
He stared at me.
“I am not leaving until Caleb himself stands in front of me and tells me he does not want his daughter.”
His face hardened.
“You are being hysterical.”
“I am being clear.”
Then, from somewhere inside the house, a voice said,
“Dad, move.”
My heart stopped.
Footsteps approached through the hallway.
William’s hand tightened around the doorframe before slowly dropping away.
The door opened wider.
Caleb stepped onto the porch.
