Tate
My father pulled up a chair and drug and sat down. He sighed as he ran his hand over his face and said. “So, this is what you’ve been up to?”
“Yes.”
“You have a wife…a family.” He stated, giving me a small smile.
“Yes, she is my wife. I need to see her.” I missed her.
“Tate, why didn’t you feel like you could come to me? I could’ve helped you.”
“I didn’t want to put anymore pressure on you and Lucien with all the Rachel drama.” I said.
He shook his head and chuckled. “You know, I thought you was keeping secrets because you… I thought my own blood was going to betray me, but that wasn’t the case. In fact, it was opposite of it. You know, I would do anything for you.”
“Are you mad?” I asked.
“No. I understand why you did it. I’m so proud of you, Tate. You’ve given me two t
