"I got you a private room. You can move over in a bit."
Rhys ignored him, his eyes fixed on the drawing.
Daniel sensed something was wrong and leaned in for a closer look.
On the paper was a stick figure, all long arms and legs, dressed in black and holding a large black umbrella.
Under the umbrella were a red heart and a small orange cat with pointy ears.
That in itself was nothing special.
But next to the umbrella-wielding stick figure were a few letters. Though the strokes were wobbly and disjointed, they were still recognizable.
[DADDY].
Even Daniel was stunned.
In all the years they had known each other, he had thought Clara had at least kept the secret from the child.
Felix knew he didn't have a father. Whenever an adult slipped up and mentioned it, he would recite the same fairy-tale answer: "My daddy became a star, and he's watching over me from the sky."
But this drawing...
Daniel's feelings were a complex mix of shock and disbelief. "This kid... he's smarter than I thought."
Rhys's voice was choked. "He recognized me at the airport."
Daniel was confused. "The airport? How could he have known?"
Rhys shook his head.
He wasn't sure either.
Maybe it was at the airport, when Felix had pointed to the bandage on his hand and blurted out, "How did you get hurt again?"
Maybe it was at the service station, when Felix had said so seriously, "I don't eat cilantro either. Mom says it's genetic."
And the name he had specifically told him, Felix.
The little guy had said that you shouldn't just tell your name to anyone.
Felix had recognized him long ago. He hadn't said a word, just pretended not to know, politely calling him "sir."

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