Jim opened the door to his apartment, hanged his jacket on the coat rack and made his way to the living room until a voice startled him.
"When were you planning on telling me?"
"My God Kate, you almost gave me a heart attack" he said taking a breath.
"When were you planning on telling me?"
Jim looked at her unmoving, he didn't know what she meant, or so he told himself, he had once read the best way to deceive someone is to deceive oneself first.
"Kate, what are-"
"When were you planning on telling ME?!" his daughter stood, a swirl of emotions in her eyes, anger, betrayal, confusion...
"When were you planning on telling ME you are not my father?" she said trying to sound calm, it wasn't working though.
"When were you planning on telling me William Bracken is my father?" her voice broke in desperation and tears started to fall.
The day Jim dreaded the most has arrived.
The idea has been plaguing my mind for a while now. I must continue?