“Trey, can I ask you a question?â€? I pondered.

“Yeah. Anything.â€? His fingers left mine and started playing with my hair absently.

“Um well, while you were away. I talked to your dad.â€? Trey stiffened. “He seems to know a lot about you. Do you visit him? He seems nice enough.â€?

“Anything but that.â€? Trey groaned.

“But this is the only thing I want to know. He seemed to care about you a lot, you know.â€?

“He doesn’t.â€? Trey barked, “He’s just some old guy that wants to get back with my mom but he cheated on her so I won’t allow it.â€?

“You won’t or your mom won’t?â€?

“My mom would take him back any day. He visits her sometimes but it’s stupid and pointless. Everything that deals with him is.â€?

“Oh.â€? I couldn’t think of anything better to say. I couldn’t think of any comforting words so all I did was hug Trey to me tightly. It was the best that I could do.

For now. Soon enough, I guess I should fully explain the Jack stuff to him. But now, though its confession time, I’ll save that story for later.