I took a step away from him, yanking my hand from his grip.
“You’re not my father,” I whispered with a hiss, seething and angry at the mere suggestion of it.
“I am,” He urged and stepped forward with me, an almost pleading look on his face. “Please, Ava, that’s why I came. I found out the other night and I needed you to know.”
I shook my head and started backing away ferociously. I denied his claims three more times and finally turned away to run from him. Part of me, a small part, thought that he may be telling me the truth. We had the same color eyes, the same sort of hair. We could be related, but similar characteristics did not mean that we were.
“Why do you believe that you are?” I demanded once I realized he would only follow me if I continued to run away, “What could possibl
