“My Boyfriend’s Father Would Stare Into My Eyes Every Time He Saw Me. One Evening, He Said, ‘If Anyone Ever Hurts You, Call Me First.’ The Way He Looked at Me Made Me Uncomfortable… But Then He Added Something That Left Me Frozen.”

just as I was about to tell him that all of this was starting to cross a line, he continued. The continuation read in the

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“Because once before, I failed to protect someone with those same eyes.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

Robert turned and walked toward his office.

A few minutes later, he came back holding an old, worn envelope.

He pulled out a photograph.

Two young men were standing beside a car with their arms around each other’s shoulders.

One of them was Robert, probably around twenty-five years old.

I didn’t recognize the other man.

But when I looked closely at his face, a chill ran through my entire body.

He had my eyes.

My nose.

Even the same smile.

The photograph nearly slipped from my hands.

“Who is this?”

Robert sat down.

“His name was David.”

I said nothing.

“He was your father, Emily.”