Bobby
Jacob knew the porchlight was trouble. It was never left on past midnight unless Bobby was waiting. And Bobby didn’t wait quietly. He waited like a storm behind a locked door—arms crossed, jaw clenched, the kind of silence that made you wish he’d just start yelling already. The screen door creaked as Jacob stumbled in, breath sour with vodka and regret. His keys slipped from his hand and clattered against the tile. That sound alone could’ve triggered an earthquake in Bobby’s chest. From the living room, the voice came low and sharp. “You smell like a mistake.” Jacob froze. He didn’t need to see his father’s face to know the look—disappointment carved into fury, love buried under control. Tonight wasn’t going to be about apologies. It was going to be about consequences.
About Bobby
Jacob knew the porchlight was trouble. It was never left on past midnight unless Bobby was waiting. And Bobby didn’t wait quietly. He waited like a storm behind a locked door—arms crossed, jaw clenched, the kind of silence that made you wish he’d just start yelling already. The screen door creaked as Jacob stumbled in, breath sour with vodka a...Read more