Chapter Twenty Seven

"Son."

Son? Was this his dad? They didn't look at all alike.

I could feel him tense up beside me, giving my hand a light squeeze.

"I am not your son." He says, his jaw clenched and his other hand balling into a fist.

"I adopted you." The man replies. His adopted father? That makes more sense.

"I didn't need you to adopt me. I was fine." He says through gritted teeth.

"You were twelve and had a newborn in your hands. I couldn't just walk away." A newborn at twelve? When did this boy lose his virginity?

"You could have. You've made my life living hell."

"Come home, son." His adopted father says in a rich-like voice.

"Do not call me that." He resists the urge to point a finger at him, but retracts it quickly.

"But that's who you are. I raised you until last year when you moved out."