And suddenly, Alex was reliving in his head every moment he ever shared with his father. The first time he taught him to throw a baseball; the first time he helped him fix a car, a pipe, a light switch; the day of his wedding; when his first son was born. The man was there for all of it. Or, was he really? Had it all been a lie this entire time? Was he faking his happiness and really just depressed as all hell? Where had he gotten all that advice he was always giving Alex? Did his mother know about it? Alex's emotions were teetered on the edge of rage again, though he struggled to control it. He was still holding onto Olivia.
"Son of a bitch," he cursed under his breath and slowly let her go. He turned away from her and just stared up at the ceiling. He would be damned if he was going to cry now. And they weren't going to be tears of sadness either. They were going to be tears of betrayal. Samuel Bailey had betrayed him, had led him to believe in a fake strength and had lied to him for God knows how long. Alex could manage to forgive quite a few sins even if it took him a while. Lying wasn't one of them.
He tried to reach out to the idea that this pain or whatever it was would be temporary. That there would always be a sore spot within him about the subject, but he wasn't always going to feel this bad. At the moment though, it seemed like an impossibility. "I can't believe he'd do that to us. To MOM. Selfish bastard."