Justin’s POV:
I make my way to my dads little house outside the compound. He never moved out of the old one we lived in when I was growing up. I stand at the front door and hold my hand out to knock, but hesitate. What am I even going to say?
I take a deep breath and knock. He answers the door almost immediately. He looks at me and even though the light is dim, I can see tear streaks on his cheeks.
“Hey, got a minute?” I ask.
He takes a deep breath and nods his head. “Of course.” He steps aside and surveys the area behind me as I walk in. “So, what can I do for you?” He asks as we both sit on the couch in the living room. There is only the corner lamp on in the living room. I see pictures of my mother scattered across the kitchen and coffee table.
“What makes you think I need you to
