He looks down at his hands, fidgeting with his fingers before finally speaking. “She’s always been a good friend to you.”
“Tell you the truth, Danny. “Well I can’t help you with your make up sweety.” He says with a smile. David looks at his son, and holds his hand. Danny waits anxiously for her father’s response, the silence feeling like an eternity. Hearing him use “honey” instead of “son” gave her a small glimmer of hope. “Danny, you know you have always been able to tell me anything, I love you and nothing you have done will change that.”
Danny feels a lump in his throat as he listens to his dad’s reassuring words. Danny hesitantly enters the living room, where his dad is engrossed in a TV show. She glances up at him, her heart pounding in her chest as she sees the look of shock on his face. “Oh, I’d love to stay for dinner and help out, Mr. She feels a wave of relief wash over her, and a mix of emotions flood her heart.
