Nodding his head, Gibs squeezed me tighter. “I want my d-dad.” My heart sank. Fuck. “I know you do, Gibs,” I replied, patting his back. “I know, lad. It’s not fair.” “I j-just want my d-dad to c-come back,” he continued to cry, burying his face in my chest. “I d-don’t want to g-go home.”
:'(
