Chapter 183 Tattoo

• Midway through my tirade, Tyrone's fingertips touched my cheek, and I realized I was weeping. I buried my face in my hands, and I let him pull me into his chest.
• It wasn't guilt that was causing my tears. I was crying because I missed my father for once. I really missed him. I missed being intelligent, caring, perceptive, mocking, and fathering. I missed the man who used to tease Taylor until she would cry, snort, or hiccup, and who took me to Mrs. Holman every weekend to surprise Mom with flowers. He also cracked jokes about my crush on Tyrone.
• I had missed him.