Chapter 34-03
It was still open and as I turned, I felt my heart sink; my bedroom suddenly felt like a cage.
My father wasn't overly tall. He was around 5'11 with a receding hairline and watery eyes that often appeared to be bloodshot. He didn't look much different than he had the last time I had seen him.
The same pitiful emotions that had swamped me last time we had faced each other came rushing back. I wanted to cry for Joel. I wanted to drop to the ground and cover my eyes and ears so I could pretend he wasn't there, but I didn't. Joel had said he had been proud of me for how much of a big boy I had been and I wanted to make him even prouder by not breaking down now.
"Can we talk?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. Part of me wondered what would have happened if that conversation
