Who is our dad?

All the blood drained from my face at her remark. My heart hammered against my chest as my stomach tightened to the point of pain. Gaping at her, I opened my mouth to talk, but no words escaped from it. I could only watch her without uttering a sound.

The rustling sounds from the leaves outside as the wind blew on them were louder than ever, almost as if I was standing by the tree.

“Mr Dashiell? You think the same, don't you???” River sounded eager. “I felt the same when I met him. He looks like he could pass as Willow's dad. I told her, but she didn't agree!”

“Shut up! He's not my daddy. He's a bad man. A dangerous man like Mum said he is. If there's anyone who should be my dad, it's Uncle Brion!” Willow argued, placing her hands on her waist as she glared at her brother.

“Miss Benita thinks the same, Willow. You are only saying this because you haven't met him. I'm telling you, he looks like you!” River insisted, looking like he wanted to drag her ears until she agreed with him.