“My son is returning today,” Gordon crossed his left leg over his right, with his hands propped on them, as he went through the daily papers. “Hmm,” I nodded as I continued to type on my phone. It wasn't until the words fully sank in, did I turn to look at him. “Your son?” I widened my eyes, shocked by his words. “What do you mean by your son? I never knew you had a son,” I tried not to sound so shocked. “Well, I do. He has been away for years. Hell, I've not seen my son for close to seventeen years. He just called this morning, to inform me of his intended visit," he said like it wasn't much of a big deal. “Oh, he's coming for a visit?” I forced a smile. “That's good.” No, it's not good. It can never be good.“Not for a visit. He had a falling out with his mother, so he will be here until he returns to school. He wishes to spend the summer holiday with us.” He said as if it didn't matter. He's taking everything lightly when I'm almost combusting from shock. “Us?” I rose from th
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