Chapter 8
Jack unlocked the door to the suite quietly in case Cole was sleeping on the living room couch. The sounds of snoring coming from the second bedroom told him that’s where the man was. He turned on the overhead light, set down his suitcase, and headed to Alex’s bedroom.
Standing in the doorway, he winced at the sight of the violently-colored bruising decorating his son’s face. That was all Jack’s fault for haring off and leaving Alex to face ridicule for having such a useless father. Tears pricked his eyes as he stood looking down at his battered son. Swearing a silent oath to do better, Jack sighed heavily.
Alex rolled onto his back and murmured, “Dad? Is that you?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“That black eye doesn’t look so good.”
“You should see the other
