Trevor POV
Twenty minutes later, I'm seated in a booth in the far corner of the diner drinking a coffee when my parents step inside. Both their faces are stoic as they let the older woman behind the counter know that they will be joining me as they wave in my direction. They take the seats opposite me. My father grasps my mother's hand, which is resting on the table. "Mom," I start to say, but my father cuts me off. "Trevor, I have always tried my best to teach you to become a man with honor and integrity. Since the moment the nurse placed you in my arms, I have been proud to call you my son," he says.
"Until now, Trevor. When your mother said you called and wanted to talk, I knew this was a conversation that was overdue. I've had time to get my disappointment and anger under control, s
