When 11-year-old Hale cleans up the basement with her father Jonathan, she discovers a box filled with old pictures of an unusual stranger her widowed father had never mentioned before. Is he just a random friend of her parents or is there more behind it? And why are there so many in which her father is kissing that man? DISCLAIMER: this is a an old short story I wrote in one single day in an attempt to cure myself of writer's block. Don't take it too seriously. PG-13