To Come to Grips With Reality
(Yes, this is in the same 'verse as Chapter 12)
He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the screen of his phone. The bedroom was pitch black; Trevor was asleep behind him. There were no words in the text message, no conversation, there never would be unless, or until, he started it. Just a single photo of a newly born baby.
Stevie's son.
Kaleb McCord.
As if that name would be lost on him.
He couldn't stop staring. Knew he would never be able to stop staring. But to admit out loud would be to confess a timeline he didn't want to admit to. Only because of the snoring rumbling from behind him was he brave enough to whisper into the darkness. "Happy birthday, Kaleb. Daddy loves you."