“I’m your dad.” Hart continued to stare at the man before him, who, as far as he was concerned, was his mentor and the only real father he’d ever had. At last he spoke, his tone even when his feelings were not. “There’s no way Bill could have fathered me. I don’t have a dad.” “I look like Bill in your mind, but I’m not. I’m the Warden—you know, the guy who ushers souls into the House of the Unknown God. They need help sometimes, the lost and lonely ones. Hence, me.”
