39 - Welcome Home
James
One of the worse things than being caught by their friend while making out with his daughter in his own kitchen was having a f*****g b***r when it happened.
“Dad.” I winced when Mia pulled back, color slashing her cheeks. “You’re… you are standing, and you’re here?”
I wished I could faint. Or have a heart attack. Anything at that point would work.
Clyde looked like he was having a heart attack or another aneurysm, and I was worried. “Were you just kissing James, or was I seeing things?” Even his voice was barely a rasp, his knuckles tightening on the cane he was holding. Despite staying in the hospital for a couple of months, he looked healthy.
“Would you believe me if I said you’re seeing things?” Mia asked, shuffling on her feet.
I took a deep breath a
