EIGHTY-SEVEN.

I stand under the living room threshold, leaning against the door jab with my arms folded, as I watch my dad and Savannah interact with one another for the very first time.

I'll never be able to forget the look on Dad's face when I walked through the front door with Savannah in tow.

He was preoccupied, scolding Jax about him moving his queen around the board too early.

“I'm on to you, boy.” He growled, wagging his finger at Jax with one eye squinting at him.

Jax sat there shaking his head, as he rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. “Alright old man!” He yelled with irritation, tired of being called a cheat. “You win.”

I closed the door, gaining both of their attention and as my dad's eyes landed on the little figure who was hiding behind me, his bottom lip began to wobble the second he realised who Savannah was.

“Well, don't just stand there.” My dad muttered, waving us to come forward. “Come a little closer, so I can get a better look at you.” His voice croaked.

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