My father kicked me out of the house when he found out I was pregnant. Eighteen years later, my son came to visit him.

Instead, he looked at me and said, “I want to go visit Grandpa.”

I'd never hidden from him who his grandfather was. I didn't feel I should bear my father's shame, because if anyone should be ashamed, it was the man who'd abandoned his own daughter when she needed him most.

Still, I never thought Liam would want to meet him.

My father had every opportunity to help us, to lighten the burden of our lives, even from a distance. A phone call. A check. A kind word. But he never did.

Never, not even once.

Then I looked at my friend and asked, “Are you sure?”

He nodded without hesitation. "I don't have to yell at him," he said calmly. "I just have to look him in the eye."

I asked no further questions.