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“About?”
“My dad.”
“Your dad? Why? The asshole left you when you were a baby.”
“Yeah, but I always wished I got to know him. Hoping that maybe he regrets it and doesn’t know how to face me. Maybe if I find him, we can let bygones be bygones.”
“You’re going to try to find him?”
“Yeah.” I blinked a couple of times. The words had come from an empty thought to bring my point across, but now that I had uttered them, a longing opened up inside me to do just that. I wanted to find my father and see what kind of man he was.
Jay shook his head. “Why would you want that loser in your life? If he didn’t want you as a baby, what he wants now hardly matters.”
“Maybe the circumstances were different back then.”
“It doesn’t matter what kind of excuse he had, Scott. You don’t just leave your kid. Anyone who does shouldn’t expect any form of relationship with their child.”
“But what about your father?” I asked.
Jay’s body went rigid. “What about him?”
“Don’t you ever, you know—”
“No, I don’t know. What are you bringing him up for?”
“Because at least you know where he is. You know how to see him. I’d give anything to know where my biological father is.”
Jay jumped to his feet. “Why are we even talking about this?”
“Because…maybe it’s time to see him, Jay.”
“You can’t be serious right now. I told you I never want to talk about him.”
“I know, but what kind of friend would I be if I don’t do what I think is best for you?” I stood as well and stared him down, even though I had to look up at him.
“You think what’s best for me is to form a bond with a murderer?” Jay thundered. “He killed someone!”
I swallowed hard. He was right. Not only had Griff taken someone’s life, but he had also held a knife at my date’s throat tonight.
Oh darn it, was I wrong in thinking Griff had changed? That there had to be a good reason he had killed that man almost twenty years ago?
“And he’s doing his time for it.”
“That’s forgiveness from the state, not from me, and I’m sure not from the family of the victim either.”
“But—”
“Just drop it, Scott.”
“He sends you letters, even though you don’t open them.” I put my hand on his arm. “Jay, that’s someone who’s trying.”
“He should have tried harder. He should have thought about the kid he was leaving behind with a lousy mother before he killed that man, but he didn’t think of me, did he? So why the fuck should I be thinking of him?”
“We make mistakes, but—”
“I said to drop it!” Jay jerked his arm away, raising his hand.
“You’re just a waste of fucking space!”
