[I should warn you, there is no redemption here, only stubborn hearts holding onto their own selfish realities...]
Tendrils of steam puffed out of chimneys on top of coffee cups, well manicured hands wrapped tight, clinging to the warmth. His eyes cried dry tears, lost in thought.
I don't know how it came to this.
Thirteen. Young, innocent, until he found the note laying on the floor by her bed. Had it fallen there. Had she left it. Should he read it. Does he dare, he does.
Why would she do this to me?
He straightens his shirt, fingers fiddling with his tie. If he had a cigarette he would smoke, but his solace comes in another drag of coffee. He shouldn't have read it, better off not knowing.
Why that boy?
Actions and attitudes, his own adolescence, thrust themselves upon him, sending involuntary shivers down his well aged back. Perspiration springs on furrowed brow, his napkin dabbing furiously. He knows the boys father and how he is.
I have always been there for her. I took her to mall just last week to be with friends.
Sliding into pressed pockets, hands retrieve his life line, new emails, missed calls...placing it on the table within view. Something to take his mind far from here, again.
She'll never go out alone again.
Contain, defend, offend. Pieces move around the battlefield of his life, rearranging like synchronized swimmers. Take that hill solider. Mandate, dictate, deny. Resigned he rises, physician healing thyself, on the way to the office.
She will never forgive him. All she ever wanted was a daddy, someone to love her, to realize she existed. Words never spoken, conversations never had led to empty houses, vacant lives, forcing her to find it elsewhere.
And so she did.
[The End? Will they find what they are looking for? Redemption held at arms length by validation, he for his position, she for her existence, ever elusive. All for want of a Father.]