Evan replied.
Mark stopped. He seemed to take a moment to process the news, then he nodded.
“Okay… but I’m still your father. You’re still my son.”
“And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
Evan looked at him for a long moment.
“No… I think I’ve heard everything I needed to hear tonight.”
“You can’t say that. I’m your blood. Don’t I deserve a chance?”
Mark stepped toward him.
Daniel moved between them.
“You wouldn’t dare…” Mark snarled.
“You can’t say that. I’m your blood. Don’t I deserve a chance?”
“You need to give the boy space.”
“You need to stop interfering in my life! God, you don’t get to judge me, Daniel.”
Daniel sighed.
“I do,” he said softly. “Man to man, what you did to Claire was wrong. It was abuse, and I should have judged you to your face nineteen years ago.”
“You wouldn’t dare…”
Mark
