Chapter 5 - The Day Vincent Kane Came to Our Tiny Apartment for DinnerMom had never invited Vincent anywhere.
But that evening, he came anyway.
He arrived without his usual convoy.
Just one car.
One guard.
And a paper bag.
Inside were groceries.
Milk.
Bread.
Chicken.
Fresh vegetables.
And a chocolate cake.
Mom stared.
“You didn't have to.”
“I know.”
He put everything on the counter.
I pointed at the cake.
“That's mine.”
Vincent almost smiled.
“It's yours.”
Mom cooked dinner.
Vincent sat at our tiny table.
He looked completely out of place.
His suit probably cost more than everything in our apartment.
But he didn't complain.
He ate Mom's cooking.
Then he asked about me.
“What do you like?”
“Dinosaurs.”
“Why?”
“They don't owe anybody money.”
Vincent laughed.
It was the first time I'd ever heard him do it.
Mom smiled.
For one evening, we were almost normal.
Then someone knocked.
Vincent's guard immediately stood.
The knock came again.
Three times.
Vincent's expression changed.
He looked toward the door.
Then at Mom.
“Did you tell anyone I was here?”
“No.”
The door opened.
A man stood outside.
He was holding a photograph.
“Mr. Kane.”
Vincent stood.
“What?”
The man handed him the photograph.
Vincent looked at it.
His face went completely still.
I climbed onto the chair.
“Who is that?”
Vincent didn't answer.
Mom took the photograph.
Her hands began shaking.
It showed a man standing in front of a train station.
Daniel Carter.
My father.
May you like
And beneath the photograph was a date.
Two days earlier.
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