Thomas' POV
"That would be my dad." I tell him and I watch as the smile falls from his face and he takes in the serious expression he holds just for conversations like this. I can tell he wants to ask more but also that he won't push it so for the second time in two days I decide to take a leap of faith. "I can't say I remember a time when my Dad loved my mother. He was a big strong dominant man in every sense of the word. He was power and his wife and kid were... nothing. At first I didn't understand what was happening. I just knew sometimes my mom would come around with bruises and tears streaming down her cheeks but my dad was always so apologetic I never thought it would come from him. Then one day he was drunk and my mom wasn't around. And I was. I dropped my cup off the table and it broke. That was the first time I put the pieces together but it didn't stop after that. I was eight that day."
