In all honesty, Joseph had been wondering about his daughter, Daphne, the real Daphne, and how she’d been fairing. After he’d heard the news about her being in the hospital because of a deranged pastor along with her friend, Lilah, he rushed to Hawthorne only to be presented with two identical girls in a coma. When the nurse told him one of them was Lilah Reinhart, a surname he never thought he’d ever hear again, he knew they were both his daughters and had found one another. However, no matter how anyone perceived him—a bad manager, a bad driver, a bad listener—no one would ever accuse him of being a bad father…until that day.
He knew exactly which one was Daphne within seconds, noticing the tiny burnt scar on her arm from when they made sugar cookies during Christmas at age six, and she
