Jerry shook his head slowly, a bitter scoff escaping his throat. He knew he couldn't afford to fool himself anymore. He'd spent too much time hoping, guessing, and waiting for things to reveal themselves. That wasn't going to work.
He needed to take the bull by the horns. He needed to confront this mess head-on.
And he knew exactly what that meant, It meant that soon very soon he was going to face his father. Head on.
At that moment, Jerry's stepmother was pacing aggressively around the room, her steps restless and heavy, her heels stabbing into the floor with every stomp. The air was thick with her anger, her breathing loud and erratic as she stormed from one corner to the other, her mind boiling with thoughts she couldn't contain.
