He chuckled lightly.
“We both have the same daughter.”
His handshake was firm and confident — the kind of greeting a man gives when he’s used to meeting people and making good impressions.
I shook his hand anyway.
“Nice to meet you,” I replied quietly.
Nancy watched the two of us closely.
“This is my biological father,” she explained. “He contacted me not long ago. He said he wanted to reconnect, so I invited him tonight.”
The sounds of conversation around us suddenly seemed distant and muffled.
I hadn’t expected this moment.
Not here.
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