283 I'sm Sorry You Had To Witness Tha

Stephen pulled his wallet out, and placed a couple of twenties on the table. Looking around, the entire diner was looking at him like he had lost his mind. It meant nothing to him, anyway. Jerry Willow looked at him with not sadness or introspection, but rather with contempt. His hopes of any of his words sinking in and making his father think about his actions slowly drifted away.

"That should cover the meal. Have a nice life, jackass," said Stephen, taking Grace firmly by the hand and walking out of diner.

They walked in silence for the first hundred yards outside the diner. Thankfully, there was a sidewalk that lined the way back towards their neighborhood, so they didn't need to walk on the road. Although it was a five minute drive, it would probably take about thirty minutes just to get back to the house. Stephen was fine with that, because it would give him a chance to cool down.

Grace held on tightly to his hand as they walked, choosing to remain silent until he wanted to speak. By the look on his face, he was still angry about the turn of events. She choose to give her silent support, and let him open up when he wanted to talk.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that," Stephen said, finally, after they were about halfway home.

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"You have nothing to apologize for, baby," she responded, softly, squeezing his hand.

"I've wanted for so long to have a relationship with my father. To have him be a real dad, the kind that I needed. I told myself every excuse in the book: that maybe him and my mom were just not right together, and that's why they divorced. That he was really busy, and that's why he didn't come around more often, and why I almost never heard from him. But I see now why that is. He doesn't care about me, or the twins. Doubtful if he ever cared about my mom. The only thing he cares about is himself."

"I'm sorry, Stephen," Grace whispered, gently.

Stephen looked over at her, the pain evident in his gaze, "Maybe you were right. Maybe I was switched in the hospital."

Grace smiled, "I don't think so. You're too much like your mom, a good person to the core. You're the image of your grandfather, the man who really raised you. Thankfully, there's little in you of that man back there."