How did he know

The look on the face of Paul Williams shows he knows something is up; his experienced eyes were quick to deduce the anomalies. His gaze is sharp, piercing me for answers that I cannot give him.

I cleared my throat, it seemed something beyond my control got stuck in them. “Erhm.. nothing Dad, everything is just fine”.

He narrows his gaze at me, not believing the word I spewed. “You don't have to lie to me Denise, you can tell me what's going on, maybe I can help”. His hands are on my shoulder, in a way that screams you can trust me with whatever is going on. Our voices are whispers because the other person's in the room are not meant to be involved in this discussion.

My eyes never leave his. “There's nothing wrong Dad”. My eyes are starting to get misty and my voice is a little high-pitched. A clear indication that I am lying to him. I might be an expert at lying but whenever I lie to this man, I cannot keep it all together. It's like he can see through all the lies. He can see the