Chapter 18 – Next Door Neigbor
Tyler's POV
I blinked, stunned.
Had my father—Declan—hit his head as a baby? Fallen off his crib? Been dropped on the floor? Because that was the only way I could explain the absolute nonsense that just came out of his mouth.
Right-wing man? Me?
Was he out of his damn mind?
Does he think this is some feel-good Hollywood movie where the long-lost father walks back into his son's life, says a couple of sentimental words, and suddenly, everything is forgiven? That I'd just throw myself into his arms and call him "Dad" like he hadn't spent years being nothing but a ghost?
No. Absolutely not.
I scoffed, shaking my head. "You should get your mind off that idea because it's never going to happen."
Declan exhaled, as if he'd been expecting my reaction. "Tyler, I know this isn't what you want to hear, but I came here to apologize."
I gave him a deadpan look. "Oh, now you want to apologize?"