Jay turned the instant he heard my approach, likely because of the sound of my shoes on the pavement. It hadn't rained for days. “Baby,” he called out, still kneeling. I just stared, stunned. I wasn't expecting to see him home this early. At least not on his knees, with a bouquet. When Dad checked on him before we left the office, we were told he left after I argued with him. To think he was here…Had he been kneeling all that damned time?I looked around, at this street, wondering how many of our neighbours saw him on his knees, waiting for me?“Matt, I just —” Dad paused when he saw him. “What are you doing on your knees?” He asked the question I couldn't bring myself to do. “I'm sorry, Matt,” Jay said, his focus on me, not on Dad. “I know I fucked up, and I don't blame you for choosing not to forgive me. All I ask is for a chance to prove that I didn't cheat on you.”“You damned son of a —”Dad took a step towards him, but I stopped him. “Let's take this inside, Dad,” I said,
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