I was cleaning up from dinner that night when there was a knock on my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I checked the peephole before I opened it and saw Alvin standing outside.
I opened the door and leaned against it, debating on letting him in. He was wearing a white button down with the sleeves rolled up to show off his forearms, and his tattoos. His hair was tied back from his smiling face, and his eyes glittered in the late afternoon sun.
It killed me that I had to tell him about my day.
“Hey,” he said. “Sorry I missed your call earlier. I was at work. Can I come in?”
I thought for a second before I stepped back. He didn’t miss my hesitation. His smile slipped as he walked inside. He searched the room for Kyle, his eyes lighting up again at the sight of my son.
The boys embrace
