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I take my seat directly facing him and intimidatingly cross my feet, with a smile on my face. I ain't going nowhere till we have the talk. He's purposefully avoiding the situation by having his son present in the room.

My eyes dart to the picture peacefully settled on the cream wall. Jayson's cheer-filled face at the beach is staring back at me. How had I missed this? I never bothered to ask if it was him because the boy in the picture is a mini version of him.

I dart my eyes around, studying his one bedroom apartment for the umpteenth time. His living room is dimly lit, a floor lamp the only source of light since his caramel brown curtains are tightly shut. The coffee table between us if filled with colouring books and crayons. Evidence of the boy's colouring skills. His 42" inch Tv adds some light to the room with slow old country music playing in a low volume.

The soft cinnamon brown carpet below my feet matches perfectly with the sofas and the armchair across the room.