***ALEX'S POV***
I don't know what I expected when I got home that night. Did I expect that my dad was going to rush up to me and hug me? Did I expect that he was going to cry and wonder where I had been? Did I think that he was going to know what it was that I had been through? I don't know, but I had clearly expected something to happen, and the lackluster response that I had to my arrival had me feeling a little sad.
When I walked in, I saw that my dad was relaxing on the couch in the living room. He was watching a show that I almost didn't recognize, but then placed as one of his favorites. It had just been a long time, for me anyway, since I had seen him watching it. And it had been a really long time since I had seen him as well. It felt a little surreal at the moment. I didn't know what to say or do.
"Hey, Alex. I was hungry so I had dinner without you, I'm sorry. I made some spaghetti and breadsticks. The rest is in the kitchen."
