He didn’t look at it. Instead he picked up the video tape. “You should see this, Tyrell.” He turned on the television, slipped the tape into the VCR, and hit play.
I stared at the screen in fascination. Babies coming home from the hospital, birthday parties and pool parties, and a small, reddish-brown dog. Other kids had moms and brothers and sisters, and here were mine.
“Dad!” I turned to my father, to see tears had welled up in his eyes, and spilled down his cheeks.
That was when I knew he still loved her, and it was because of me that she’d taken my older siblings and left.
“It’s…I’ve…Dad, I’m kind of tired. If it’s okay, can I go to bed now?”
“Sure, Ty.” He rewound the tape, popped it out of the VCR, and turned off the television. “Go on. I’ll be up in a couple of minutes to tuck you in.”
* * * *
I forced myself back to the present. “How do you know about my family anyway?” I demanded of the vampyre who stood before me
“I’ve always been fascinated by your line.”