“In hindsight, thirty-year-old Dymon thinks I could have showed just a little more compassion than I did, but twenty-six-year-old Dymon didn’t give a damn. I left her ass in LA to protect her, and she repaid me by having me booted from the hospital, never letting me see my child—or a birth certificate or a picture or nothing. I don’t even know what happened. All I know is that she went into labor, and when I got there, there wasn’t a baby. I never thought about her or the situation again after, like, a week, until she’d stepped into DHQ.”
