CHAPTER EIGHTY: Meet Your Father 

Scott rolled out of bed and dragged his feet into the bathroom. As he peed, he didn't even mind that some dripped on the tiled floor. He walked back out of the bathroom after easing himself.

He collapsed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. This was his position since the last two days. When he got back from the children's hospital, he had spent hours in Tommy's room. There, he cried his eyes out until they were so sore that even blinking hurt a lot. He also had one too many drinks.

Ever since he walked into his bedroom, he hadn't left. The ceiling was like a whiteboard of nothingness to him now. His mind felt so blank. All he could think of was his son, Tommy.

Although he had discovered last minute that Tommy wasn't really his, his love for the boy couldn't be changed. That child had brought light to his life. Tommy was the only thing that kept him sane whenever Cora was driving him nuts.

He worked his ass off at work just to give Tommy a better life. This didn't affect the tim