Paul heard crying, he was fed up at the moment in time and just wanted peace and quiet. But he just couldn’t get some, could he? “What is it now-?!”He leaned around the corner. Tord sat on his bed looking at a faded picture, sobbing quietly as he could. “What’s wrong buck-o?” Paul asked, sounded more sincere than he expected. Tord jumped and turned to the door, wiping his tears quickly. “N-Nothing! Go away!” He threw his pillow at him. Paul let this go and went over and bent down in front of him and placed his arm on Tord’s shoulder. “You can tell me anything, buddy, you know that right?” Paul asked, rubbing his adopted son’s shoulder. “. . D-Do you hate me?” He said suddenly. “Wha-what?! No! I don’t hate you! Why would I?” “I heard you and Pat talking last night. Are you gonna leave me like my parents did?” His eyes swelled up with more tears. “Nononono!! Buddy I would never leave you! You’re my son!” “But I’m not!” Paul looked at Tord before wra