13 Chapter 13: GABRIEL

I picked up the ledger and started reading where I’d left off, shocked moments later to see my name. I read what he wrote in stunned silence and, not for the first time since coming here, wondered what kind of man my dad had really been. He’d done this for me. A man who couldn’t be with his son, who’d missed the best years of my life growing up, had wanted to share something with his blood.

Somehow he’d been keeping track of me, enough to know some of what I did but not all, thank fuck. And his answer was to do his part on his end. The sentiment behind his reasoning made me regret not searching him out sooner, but it was too late for regrets. What I can do for him now to make up for the time we both lost is take care of the job he’d left for me to do.

So I put thoughts of anger and missed opportunities aside in favor of dealing with the here and now. The old man’s thoughts had been all over the place, moving from one thing to another as if he had too many irons in the fire at once.