Brandon walked into his office and found just what he expected: a furious Calder Morris. So much the better.
“You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Nash. I want to see my son, and I want to see him now.” Seth walked in behind Brandon, his fingers tightly laced with Phillip’s.
“I’m right here, Dad. I’m alright, but we need to talk. Phillip told me why you hired him.”
Calder flushed and started to stammer, but Seth cut him off. “It’s okay, Dad. There’s no need to make excuses. Phillip and I have talked through all of it, and we’ve decided it doesn’t matter. I love him enough to forgive him. And how can I be mad at you for your interference when your meddling brought us together in the first place?”
Calder looked at their entwined hands much like one would look at a freeway accident. It wa
