My First Daddy — Com [work]

Two days later, a man named David Okonkwo sat in the plastic chair outside Ms. Albright’s classroom. He wasn’t a father—not biologically. He was a child psychologist who specialized in early childhood trauma, and he had a calm, deep voice that made children lean in like he was telling secrets.

"Clara..." Arthur breathed, the name escaping him like a prayer. He let go of his cane, letting it clatter loudly to the wooden porch floor, and reached out a trembling hand. my first daddy com