Only minutes away from the hospital, James sat in silence, his breathing shallow, his fingers twitching against his knee.
His father…that fucker.
After all these years, after all the suffering and silence, he suddenly decides to show up?
With no warning, no explanation, nothing but his pathetic existence as if that was enough?
Like James would just forget?
His entire body trembled with barely contained rage. He wanted to destroy something, to break something, anything, just to match the chaos inside him.
How dare he?
How dare that man show his face now, after all the times James and Rafael had needed him?
After all the nights they had spent alone, wondering why they weren't good enough?
Why did his father just leave like it was the easiest thing in the world?
His mind burned with memories he thought he had buried long ago.
The way his mother had struggled, breaking herself apart to keep them afloat while that coward disappeared without a single word.
