Michael ignored John and everything else.

He took a seat nearby that had unoccupied chairs at both sides, closing his eyes and folding his arms.

Will hesitantly took a seat next to him. “Are you okay?” he asked gently.

“I’m fine,” Michael said flatly.

“…I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For what Dad just did.”

“You don’t need to apologize. You’re not the one who hit me.”

Will hesitated, but spoke his mind anyway. “Look, Mike… I know Dad can be aggressive at times, and yes, he’s wrong for what he did just now, but—”

“I’m sorry, Will, but I’m not in the mood to listen to this right now.” Michael opened...