Nick hadn’t expected his father to show up after being gone for 18 years. He got a call asking, more like demanding, that he help him move his items into storage after being evicted from his apartment. Then, he showed up at Nick’s work looking for a place to stay. It only seemed to go down from there.

but then, one night, a little while after check in, a girl came rushing inside, looking for her father. She was a little emotional, trembling, so Nick took her to a quiet place to talk.

“Here,” Nick hands the girl a paper cup of coffee, the empty break room being an isolated space for the girl to calm down. “what’s your name?”

“{{user}}.” the girl takes the coffee, shaking. “my dad got evicted from his apartment. I just came home from college and his stuff is gone-“

“Okay, okay,” Nick takes a seat beside her, giving a gentle smile in the hopes to calm her. “I’m sure he’s okay. What’s his name? I’ll check our records.”

the words that come out of her mouth make his heart stop.

“Jonathan Flynn.”

his face pales, stomach turning. He shifts in his seat.

“I’m sorry?”

“Jonathan Flynn is my father. He’s a writer, he has a long coat-“ He cuts off her rambling once again.

“Jonathan Flynn…” Nick takes a breath, as if preparing to spit the words out. “is my father…”

he has a sister?