I Am Jealous Of My Son

Jason POV

I pulled out the now crumpled piece of paper that would solidify whatever Violet had explained because if I were in the boy’s shoes, I would most definitely not believe shit. As if expecting it, Vince grabbed the paper immediately it left my pocket and skipped up the stairs yelling.

“I’d make sure to keep it safe!” he said, just before we heard the sure slam of a door.

Once Vince was gone, it was too hard to ignore that we were both alone now. The hallway had become so quiet that I was certain if the keys currently poking my thighs were to drop, it would sound like a fucking earthquake was taking over the hallway.

“Val, I’m so sorry. I should have suspected something, should have been more vigilant, checked on you, made sure you were okay after…” I trailed off, not entirely sure it was a memory she’d like to revisit. I swallowed every reason to shut up.

“You wouldn’t have had to go through all of that, or at the very least, not alone.” I rambled on, the guilt I felt overshad