"It's not too late to one-eighty and dip," Julian mumbles. "You know what? f**k that, I change my mind."
Julian tries to turn back to his truck but Sierra and I caught both sides of his elbow and continue to walk up to the house he'd been avoiding during the duration of his stay. He and Sierra instead booked a hotel for the rest of Christmas break.
The man hadn't been home for months and the first thing he does now that we're standing outside his house was to turn and go.
If it was my father on the other side of the door I'd run and hug him until I know he'd never leave again. Of course, Elio and I's situation wasn't the same. My father was absent. His father was absent while being present and was a fuckin' world class d**k.
I won't pretend what's going on with their family was any of
