Chapter Forty-Nine
Dylan
Seeing Dad attempt to slink in unnoticed pissed me off. The man had no balls.
No, I wasn’t pissed—I was ashamed.
Mom squeezed my hand, silently messaging me to not make a scene, so we kept dancing until the songs switched. Then my amazing wife created a distraction. Our friends stepped on the dance floor while Mom and I nudged Dad outside.
“What are you doing here, Dad?” I asked when we were far enough around the house to not be heard.
“Are you going to apologize?” Mom said next to me.
He wouldn’t meet either of our gazes, but at least he’d put on a suit. “I don’t know what to say,” he mumbled.
“Unbelievable.”
“Dylan, patience,” Mom said. “Your father isn’t good with emotions.”
“If he’s just sorry to get out of your dog house, I don’t want to hear it.”
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