Chapter 6.2
They found a bench near the edge of the park and sat down, the evening light casting long shadows across the grass. Franclon leaned back, taking a deep breath, feeling a strange sense of relief at having shared his story with Lisa. It was as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, even though the pain was still there, deep inside.
"I'm sorry to have dumped all this on you," Franclon said, his voice soft. "I just… I felt like I needed to tell you."
Lisa shook her head, her expression earnest. "Don't apologize, Franclon. I'm glad you told me. You shouldn't have to carry that pain alone."
For a moment, they sat in silence, the sounds of the park fading into the background. Then, as if something suddenly clicked in her mind, Lisa's eyes widened in surprise.
"Your dad's name is Junior, right?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Franclon nodded, slightly puzzled by the change in her tone. "Yeah, Junior Smith. Why?"
Lisa's heart skipped a beat, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. "Do you… do you have a picture of him?"
Franclon frowned, but pulled out his phone, scrolling through his photos until he found one of his father. He handed the phone to Lisa, who took it with trembling hands.
As soon as she saw the picture, her blood ran cold. It was him. The man in the photo