Walking down the hall. Surely now he could tell the old man. Surely by now he had something to tell him.
The asshole had gotten what he deserved, and telling him was going to be great. Dad, dear old pop. Hah. Wait until that old bastard heard about mom, and about Jon, and then. a baby.
He stopped at the door. The baby was gone, wasn't it? Up for adoption already. Mom hadn't wanted dad to know. Who could care? Mom was barely ever around, really, and he didn't know her very well.
His hand went around the doorknob. He imagined laughing in Pop's face. He imagined being up for adoption. Maybe not so bad. At least Dad would never take in such a charity case. The kid would be safe enough. The kid would never know his father. Maybe the kid would be safer than a lot of people.
He walked into the room. Dad watching TV. He meets his eyes.
For a moment, he had though he could've spoken!

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