DAMIAN’S POV
He didn’t answer right away. I could almost feel him listening, the way my breathing hitched and stuttered.
“You okay, son?”
The second I heard that voice (the same voice that used to read me bedtime stories before everything went cold), something inside me snapped.
I burst into fresh tears, ugly and loud, the kind that scrape your throat raw.
“No, Dad… I’m not. I’m not okay, nah.” My words came out slurred, thick with vodka and pain.
“Dad, I need yuh…”
“What’s going on? Talk to me.”
I swallowed, but the lump wouldn’t go down.
“I know it’s been long I called you… I know we not tight like that anymore, not since Mom left and you kinda shut down on us… but you still my father, and right now you the only one I got left who might understand this woman.”
He went quiet, b
