surpassed his height two years earlier. Still, he bent down and clung to him like a five-year-old.
Mike embraced him in return.
They remained together for a long while. Father and son, embracing in our kitchen beside the cold spaghetti sauce.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” Luke said into his shoulder. “I’m sorry I went behind your back. I’m sorry I broke into Ben’s mom’s desk.” TrackPregnancy
“I’m sorry I made you have to,” Mike said.
Part Thirteen: Dana’s House
That night we drove to Dana’s.
The three of us rode in
