“You Don’t Know Who My Father Is”

Not two.

But an entire line of vehicles had stopped in front of the house.

Police officers stepped out first.

Then a black government sedan pulled up behind them.

A tall man stepped out slowly, adjusting his coat.

Even from the kitchen window, I recognized him instantly.

My father.

David squinted.

“Who the hell is that?”

Before anyone could answer, the front door opened and several officers walked inside.