He’s got to be over thirty—based on his appearance and what I know of his history—and he’s not a particularly handsome man. His features are strong and rough, and his light brown hair is unkempt. His face is dirty and so are his jeans and the shirt he’s wearing—a gray T-shirt with the sleeves torn off. But he’s got a lean, straight body with broad shoulders and good definition in his arms—the kind that comes from use rather than weight lifting.
Daddy
