Natalie & Warren — The Letters He Never Let Her Read
The first time I called him Dad happened by accident.
I was reaching for a bottle in the kitchen while Oliver cried in the next room.
“Dad, could you get the clean cloth?”
He froze with one hand on the drawer.
I stopped too.
Neither of us knew what to do with the word.
Finally I said, “I didn’t mean to make things awkward.”
“You didn’t,” he whispered.