Abbey’s POV
‘Thank you Da . . ‘ my whole body stills as my attention shoots to my daughter who quickly hides her face as if she’s done something wrong. What was she going to say? Was she about to call Lincoln Daddy? My heart constricts at the thought.
Robyn knows she has a father, I’ve answered questions when she’s asked, but she has no memory of him as a person and I’ve been careful not to let slip anything that will put Paul in a bad light. Over the last year, her questions about him have become fewer, in fact they stopped all together after we moved here and I reconnected with Hali and through her met the people I now class as my closest friends. I had assumed that she wasn’t bothered that she didn’t have a ‘daddy’ like other children she’s met through our various homes, and after mee
