Through the Door

by Doug McIntire

I never expected to see her walk through that door. I hadn’t seen her in over twenty years, but I recognized her immediately. And I recognized the young woman who walked in behind her. She looked just like her mother did, back when we were still together. I didn’t even know she had a daughter. After an awkward hello, she said, "Nicole wanted to know who her father was."


Doug McIntire has never had this happen to him. He hopes it never does.