Nathan
"You seem distracted tonight, son. Everything alright?"
I glanced up to see my father eyeing me with concern across the dining table. I set down my untouched dinner fork, knowing deception would be futile under that piercing parental gaze.
"My apologies, Father. I don't mean to be in poor company this evening." I attempted a reassuring smile that likely appeared with a more pained grimace. "My thoughts are rather scattered lately."
Father nodded sagely, setting his own utensils aside and leaning forward, brow furrowed. "Understandable, given the upheaval these past weeks. Learning you have three spirited young sons so suddenly would unsettle any man. Have you spoken more with their mother since the rather explosive confession?"
I looked away, shame crawling up my neck. "No. Ter
