Jack had made more effort than he normally would. He'd spent a huge amount of time in front of the mirror, feeling like a huge girl as he dug through his clothes, taking ties on and off, before abandoning it entirely. He had been ridiculously nervous about meeting his father in such an intimate setting.
Yeah, they'd been to the diner, but he was free to escape there before his temper failed. Here he couldn't, and he didn't know what would confront him when he got inside.
He would never admit it to anyone, but he had shed a tear over the photos, which he now carried along with a bottle of white wine. He knocked, shifting from foot to foot.