Mark entered carrying a red plastic tool case.
“Sorry I’m late. Traffic was—”
He stopped.
His eyes landed on Evan.
The tool case slowly lowered.
Mark looked confused.
Then uneasy.
“Who are you?”
Evan stood.
“My name is Evan.”
He paused.
“My mother was Claire.”
The tool case slipped from Mark’s hand and landed on the floor.
He stared at Evan.
Then at Daniel.
“No.”
Evan took a slow breath.
“It appears you’re my biological father.”
Mark looked back at Daniel.
“What is he doing here?”
Then another realization seemed to hit him.
“Did you know where Claire went all those years ago?”
Daniel hesitated.
“Daniel?”
“Yes,” he finally said.
“I helped her leave.”
Mark stared at him.
“You knew?”
“She asked me for help.”
“You helped her take my child away?”
“She wanted to leave the relationship, Mark.”
“You had no right to interfere.”
Daniel stayed calm.
