Chapter 3
Tyler sat in his dad’s office, waiting for the man to get off the phone. Tyler had spent most of his life waiting on his dad who was always dealing with something that was more important than him. As a kid he didn’t understand it, he’d patiently wait until his little legs could barely hold him up anymore. When his dad would finally grant a glance in his direction, he’d tell him he was too busy and to go ask his mother. As an adult, he understood all too well. It was simple really—his dad’s job would always come before him.
He drummed his fingers against his knee and looked around the office. Some dads had pictures of their families proudly displayed, but not his father. The only thing Dad had covering his walls were certificates, awards, and pictures of his many accomplishments
