Ava couldn't move.
She couldn't speak.
She couldn't even breathe properly.
Because the man standing in front of her...
The man claiming to be her father...
It was impossible.
Her father had been gone for years.
She had attended his funeral.
She had watched people lower his coffin into the ground.
She had cried.
She had accepted the pain.
And now...
A stranger was standing in her living room saying:
"I am Daniel Bennett."
"No."
The word came out before she could stop it.
The man looked hurt.
Not angry.
Not offended.
It just hurt.
"I knew you would say that."
Ava stepped bac