#Chapter37

Meeting

Carrington

I stood by the railing near the water on the boardwalk and waited. I wasn’t sure how Dylan would receive me. I missed so much time with him. Will he like me? Will he hate me? Will he tell me to get bent?

I waited as I did with Gloria that night, but my gut said Dylan wouldn’t show. That thought depressed me. I’ll give it another thirty minutes. I tapped my watch, hoping it was working. As the minutes ticked, I started losing hope. Dylan wasn’t coming. When the time ended, I turned, coming face to face with my son.

“Sorry, I’m late, but Ryan and...