On getting back home Dave didn’t even bother to knock his father’s office door, his anger was driving him to an edge….
His body just moved like his bones still remembered what this house meant before everything went to hell yesterday. The lights were on. The kitchen light glowed like some illusion of normal. And there he was his amazing father who just denied his own son for a p***y like what the actual f**k man. He was rinsing out a glass like this was just another Tuesday.
So calm. Always so f*****g calm which now annoyed the s**t out of Dave.
He stood in the doorway, pulse pounding.
His voice was low when he asked, “Did you really tell her you’re not my father?”
No greeting…. No warmth, Just the question because all he needed was answers at this rate.
Gerald didn’t even flinch. He
