I could’ve broken his hand. My grip was so hard. I felt sick with every step I took toward the hospital and Mom’s room. It sounded so great and exciting when I first heard about Teddy Starks, most of all the fact that Sam was not related to me at all. But now that reality was setting in, I wasn’t sure how to feel.
What if he doesn’t like me? What if I’m not what he expected? What bearing is he going to have on my life and mom’s? There were so many questions going through my head, but surprisingly the one that wasn’t there was, where had he been while Mom and I were suffering all these years?
After the story Gabriel had told, I would be an absolute monster if I felt even an inkling of that. In fact, it only made me hate Sam more because of all that he’d taken from us. From what Gabriel had said, my dad had wanted me; though he was young, he’d been ready to do what was necessary to stay in my life as well as my mom’s.