John was fighting hard not to pace.
The train was due to be there any second and he was at his wits end. Over the past few days he had tried to fix up the spare room in his apartment so it would be perfect for Alexa, but stopped when he realized he had no idea what his daughter liked, and only ended up clearing all the junk out of it. He had tried to get groceries, but stopped when he realized he didn't know what food Alexa liked or if she was allergic to anything.
He took a cleansing breath, reminding himself that Alexa's social-worker would be there, so he wouldn't be alone. This thought only made him more nervous, reminding him that if either the social-worker didn't like him, he would lose Alexa. And what if Alexa herself didn't like him? What then?
John chuckled to himself. He hadn't been this nervous since he was a teenager living at home.
A screech tore him from his thoughts. He turned around. Her train. It was here.
He was about to meet his daughter.
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Alexa was torn.
She truly did want to at least meet this John guy, but living with him meant leaving Boston. It meant leaving her parents behind. Her home. Her friends. It meant admitting they were gone.
The long ride to Trenton had been uneventful. Jan had slept most of the way, lightly snoring beside Alexa. They'd be arriving any time now and the butterflies were starting to swarm in her stomach. She felt as though someone had knocked the wind right out of her.
The train began slowing as they pulled into the station. She was here.
She was about to meet her father.
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The crowds began clearing and the two locked eyes. Even if John had never seen her picture, he would have known it was her.
Jan and Alexa walked up to him. Jan extended her hand.
"My name is Jan Griffins." John accepted her hand and nodded, looking at Alexa, his eyes unmoving. Jan motined towards Alexa. "And this-is Alexa. You daughter."
"Hi, kiddo."
"Hey…" Alexa said shyly. She looked up at him and noticed his tee-shirt. She brightened. "Izzat Johnny Cash?" John looked down at his shirt.
"Yep, sure is. You like him?" John smiled.
"Only a lot!"
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