Billie stared at Daniel, her eyes wide. "But- how is that possible?" she hissed, looking out towards the door as she heard it shut. "Wait, you invited him in?"
Yes, she'd heard that Michael had been a shining example of manhood in Daniel's early years. She'd also had it on very good authority that the man was dead. And she didn't want to crush Daniel's newfound joy in his father's return, but her daughter was sleeping upstairs and she would defend her family from whoever this man really was.
She marched to the doorway and looked at the two men who had just entered her home. Sure, the older one did have an uncanny resemblance to the photo Daniel kept on his dresser, but he also didn't look any older. A brother, perhaps? Nephew?
"Hello," she said, guarded and wary. "Who did you say you were?"