The drive felt longer than it should have and the moment Alexander's tires crunched against the gravel as he pulled over, the engine purred low and he immediately fell into silence.
He remained in his car for a while, staring at the gate like he had an unresolved business with it. But it was a lot more than that. Here he was, pulling into the driveway of the house that was supposed to be his home but never really felt like one.
More than half his childhood was spent avoiding the house and when he finally had a choice as an adult, he intensified his efforts to completely avoid the house. He never showed up unless he had an urgent reason to, the house always filled with memories that found their way to claw back to him no matter how hard he tried to avoid it.
He inhaled deeply, forcing the heaviness down. It wasn't about him. he wasn't at his father's house because of himself or his old feelings.
