STRIKER

“Hey, Dad.”

“I miss you, son.” He hugged me tight as if I hadn’t seen him in years.

“I miss you, too.” I sat next to him in the backyard of Moses’ estate. “I don’t know you and Moses play golf together.”

My father was with Linden, and Emory joined him since Dad came to sit with me.

“I know you called him Papa. He was about to cry when he told me, hearing you call him Papa for the first time.”

“You both are softies. I just don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“I pushed you to give him a chance. That would be my biggest mistake and...