#Chapter 274: Sins of the Father

Hannah I cursed under my breath as I read Noah’s text again, wishing that it wasn’t real. His father was coming for dinner. This weekend. The words felt like stones sinking in my stomach. Marcus. It had been years since I had seen the man, and every memory of him was colored in black and white. He was a cold bastard, and I’d never liked him. I squeezed my phone tighter, resisting the urge to toss it across the room. A flood of unwelcome images came rushing back in that moment—the way Marcus had tried to keep Noah from seeing his mother one last time. Noah’s clammy hands as we’d snuck into the hospital just so he could see her. His look of relief when he had finally stepped out of that room. What kind of a father doesn’t let his teenage son say goodbye to his own mother? As far as I was aware, Marcus had never found out that I had helped Noah see his mother before she died. In fact, I didn’t think that he knew Noah had talked to her at all.