I walked back down the stairs, quietly in my thoughts. Disappointment rang through me as I joined Nadia and Cole in the living room. They turned to look at me, searching my face for a sign that something had gone well. But it hadn't. And the expression on my face showed that clearly, I wasn't pleased at all at how I'd ended the cnoversation with Dakota.
"Dad...how was it?" Nadia asked softly. She was curious, wanting to know the details of our talk. This had never happened before so it was only natural for her to want to know the confessions Dakota and I had shared.
"Maybe we tried to heal the scars too fast," I whispered, not meeting their eyes as they watched me. "I realized that I hadn't cared when he'd told me about Travis but admitting that to his face had been much harder than I'd thought it would be."
Letting my face fall into my hands, I let out a broken whisper. "I'm the worst father there could ever be."
"Don't say that Dad!" Nadia came forward and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a hug. She silently gestured at Cole, tilting her head towards the stairs in an indication for him to go check on Dakota.
"It's going to be fine," she whispered, softly giving my shoulder a squeeze.
But deep down inside of me, I knew that we were far from it.