I feel a bit sick. My dad was the one who initiated the reunion, and when I first heard he had, I thought maybe he was losing his compulsion to hold grudges, but no, he came for an apology, that’s all.
Jake’s face turns crimson. He put the same dots together I did. My dad isn’t offering a truce, or trying to be the bigger man by initiating one, he’s looking to win some fight that started even before I was born. Pathetic. Jake laughs, though his face is still crimson. “Is that why you drove out here? You should have saved yourself the trip. I don’t owe anyone an apology.”