My Daughters Unexpected Question Changed Our Father’s Day Plans!

Are we expecting someone?" she asked, looking confused.

Before I could answer, the clock on the wall ticked to 6:07 p.m.

Right on cue, there was a sharp, confident knock at the front door.

"I'll get it," I said, my voice deadpan. I picked up a tray of appetizers from the kitchen counter, my knuckles white as I gripped the silver edges. Sarah followed me into the entryway, looking genuinely bewildered.

I turned the brass doorknob and pulled the door open, bracing myself to confront a cheating friend or a deceptive neighbor.

Instead, I nearly dropped the tray in my hands.

Standing on the porch, holding a box of expensive chocolates in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, was my own identical twin brother, Julian.

Julian, who had gone missing five years ago after a bitter falling out over our family's inheritance. Julian, whom I had legally presumed dead after years of silence.

He looked at my stunned face, then looked past me to Sarah, who instantly burst into tears of shock. Julian offered a smug, terrifyingly familiar smile.

"Hey, bro," Julian whispered, looking down at Lily as she ran to the door. "Happy Father's Day. I told you I'd come back to take what's mine."