A Few Days Later
Apollo and I went together to the hospital to visit his son. We brought some fruits and a few pictures of his daughter during her birthday. I wasn’t sure if he’d even care, but I hoped he still had some concern for his child. When we reached his room, the woman who was with him earlier came out. She froze when she saw us, then quickly approached.
“What are you doing here? You hurt Arlo! And you!” she pointed at Apollo. “You may be his father, but you still hurt him! Get out of here!” she snapped. Apollo shot her a sharp glare.
“You have no say in what I do with my own son. Besides, I have more right to be here because I’m family. You? Who even are you?” he replied irritably. The woman’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You have no right to kick me out when my son is in that
