Morgan
“Hey son, mind if I come in to talk?” My dad asked, with a small strained smile.
What was his angle? He never 'came by' to apologise.
When we had disagreements in the past, we'd just grumble and say the bare minimum to each other for a few days and it'd be like it never happened. But what we had yesterday was no 'disagreement', we had both almost shifted and if it wasn't for my mother and mate appearing when they had...we may have done something there was no coming back from.
"Sure…?" Which came out as more of a suspicious question than a greeting.
I opened the door wide for him to come in, still feeling a little perplexed by the situation. At that moment June poked her head out of the archway from the kitchen. We had just finished breakfast and she was still only wearing a pai
