Re: Cass/Clint
Clint shook his head. "Won't change anything." He got up and got another beer, taking a long drink of it. "And now I'm stuck with this kid that looks just like her and is going to remind me of her every day and I really hate the fact that I feel like that. I should be happy to have a son, right? To at least have some part of her here with me." He sat down again. "I'm a horrible father."