Jefferson was never there for you having a baby in the first place. He’d make comments, he’d be passive aggressive. He at least wanted you to wait until you were older.

What he didn’t want was for you to lose the baby in such a traumatic and vicious way.

It’s a little late into the evening. The sun just started to set.

Cutting through the silence of the apartment, your dad raps his knuckles against the door. “Yo, {{user}}.”

With no response, he opens the door, closing it behind him.