Harry’s POV
“Before you jump over this table and beat my face in I want to remind you that we are in a diner, with people.” Max gestures to everyone around us. Do I want to hit my father yes, and I going to, no. I think he learned his lesson the first time. He looks different, and he’s wearing a suit, his face is cleaned shaved and his hair is cut. What the f**k did I miss?
“You didn’t miss much,” he answers my thoughts. “When I walked out of the drive way that night, blood running down my face, I guess it took you almost beating me to my grave that I needed to clean up and become a father I’m not excepting you to forgive me, or even at all but I do hope for you to at least hear me out.” I say nothing and he takes that as a yes and continues his sorry filled speech. “From day one Harry,
