Robert
For perhaps the first time since I picked up Trevor from the hospital as a three-day-old newborn, I considered the possibility that maybe… maybe I wasn’t the worst father on the planet. Maybe Trevor hadn’t actually drawn the shortest straw in the parental lottery. Maybe…
I hugged Noelle against me as my emotions got the best of me. The thing I loved about Noelle is that she didn’t have it in her to bullshit me. She was the most straightforward person I had ever met. If she thought I was terrible, I trusted that she would look me straight in the eye and tell me, “Robert,” No, when she was annoyed with me she started playing with my name. “Bob. You suck. You're hopeless.”
But she didn’t. She said I was a good father.
Maybe that was a bit of a stretch. But I did love my son. I did
