Four days.
It had taken Jayce four days of wallowing in the safety of their apartment before he could convince himself that his father wasn't about to burst into his life again.
Jayce's aunt had been a tremendous help, staying by his side nearly the whole time and getting him to cook with her, watch movies together, play board games that they hadn't played in years.
And when Jayce couldn't sleep, his zia insisted that they share her bed.
It helped, so much so that Jayce felt he was nearly back to normal when the day came that Franchesca Pravo had to go back to work.
At this point, Jayce had accepted the possibility that maybe his father had no interest in seeing the son he had more or less disowned for being gay.
Fran was reluctant to leave Jayce of course, but Jayce insisted t
