“Okay. I’ll ask your boyfriend.” My lips part in gut-punching shock. Did I just transport myself to an alternate universe? Is this real? “Did you just call him my…?” “Is that not what he is to you?” he asks. Tears invade my eyes, and I blink, the waterworks cascading down my face. I rub my cheeks fast and spring to my feet. In seconds, I’m hugging my dad, and his arms are wrapping around me. The beat of my heart begins to slow.
