I Pretended to Be the Daughter of an Elderly Man I Met by Chance – Days Later, His Lawyer Found Me and Said, ‘You Walked Straight Into His Trap’
The first was to Millie’s Diner.
The manager greeted him by name.
“Good to see you, Nate.”
Nathan shrugged when I looked at him.
“I used to work here.”
A waitress brought Nathan coffee without asking what he wanted.
We sat in a corner booth.
A waitress brought Nathan coffee without asking what he wanted.
He ordered two slices of apple pie.
“Expecting company?” I asked.
“I dislike making decisions.”
The second outing was to the ocean.
People sometimes assumed I was his daughter.
I helped him across the sand. He removed his shoes, pressed his feet down, and closed his eyes.
“Worth it?” I asked.
“Ask me when I can’t stand.”
People sometimes assumed I was his daughter.
Nathan always answered before I could.
Still, after years of caring for my mother and being needed by everyone, I liked being chosen.
“She is.”
Every time he said it, warmth moved through me, followed by guilt.
I knew we were pretending.
Still, after years of caring for my mother and being needed by everyone, I liked being chosen.
Nathan weakened quickly.
“Was I convincing?”
