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week.”
    I grin, and she laughs.
    And I fucking love the sound. I’ve hated not hearing her laugh during these past few days. The house sounded so quiet without her joy filling it.
    The smile on her face quickly disappears, and her gaze dips. “Jake…I’m happy that Storm isn’t yours. Does that make me a bad person?” She bites her lower lip. “I mean, his mother is dying, and he’s going to be all alone. For my own selfish reasons, I’m relieved that he’s not your son, and—”
    “Stop it. It doesn’t make you bad. It makes you human, sweetheart.” I cup her cheek with my hand, forcing her eyes up to mine. “I’m relieved, too.”
    She stares at me for a long moment. Then, she leans in close and softly kisses me. “So…does this mean that he’s Jonny’s?”
    I blow out a breath, running a hand through my hair. “I don’t know, babe.” I meet her eyes again. “But I need to know.”
    “Call Bob, and find out,” she tells me.
    Tru goes to move back to her stool, but I stop her with my arm around her waist, holding her there. I need her close, for whichever way this call goes.
    I pick up my cell and dial Bob’s number.
    It rings for a long while. My stomach is churning, my heart pounding the whole time.
    “Jake?” Bob’s voice comes down the line. It sounds unsteady, almost like he’s been crying.
    Fuck.
    My heart beats even harder. I feel like it’s going to come out of my ribs. I’m more anxious for his results than I was for my own.
    “Yeah, it’s me. I-I got my results. Storm…he’s not mine. Do you…do you have your results back?”
    “Yeah. My lawyer called a few minutes ago. Jake, he’s…” His voice catches and breaks.
    My stomach bottoms out.
    “Bob?”
    “He’s Jonny’s. He’s Jonny’s son.”
    He’s Jonny’s son.
    I have…I have Jonny back—well, a part of him at least.
    Then, something happens to me that hasn’t happened in a very long time.
    I start to cry.

“Jonny has a son?”
    The disbelief in Tom’s voice mirrors the look on Denny’s face. And it resonates the sound my own voice had this morning.
    “Yeah, man, he does.” I nod.
    “I…Jesus Christ.” Tom’s voice breaks.
    “How did you find out? When did you find out?” Denny cuts in, taking the heat off an obviously struggling Tom.
    “I found out this morning that he is Jonny’s son. A few days ago, a lawyer contacted Stuart about a paternity suit against me and also Jonny. The mom’s a groupie from back in the early days. She wasn’t sure if the father was Jonny or me. I did a DNA test, and so did Jonny’s dad. We got the results a few hours ago.”
    “This was why Tru was all upset and pissed off when she came around to see Simone the other day?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Fuck,” Denny breathes out.
    “What’s his name?” Tom asks me. His voice is off, sounding exactly like I did when I found out that he was Jonny’s.
    “Storm.”
    “Good name.” Denny gives me a knowing look.
    “How old is he?” That’s Tom again.
    “Thirteen.”
    “When can we meet him?”
    “I’m flying out to New York tomorrow to see Bob. Then, I’m taking him to meet Storm. I guess…we can arrange for something after that. We just have to take this one slowly.”
    Tipping his head back, Tom presses the heels of his hands to his eyes, rubbing at them.
    This has hit him hard—about as hard as it hit me. Denny is struggling, too. He’s just always been able to handle shit better than Tom and I can.
    “You doing okay?” I reach over and squeeze Tom’s shoulder.
    “Yeah.” He drops his hands, blowing out a breath. “I just—fuck. It’s just surreal, you know? I mean, I know Jonny’s gone, but it’s like getting a part of him back.”
    “I know, man.” I give his shoulder one last squeeze and then remove my hand.
    “Does he look like Jonny?” Tom asks.
    “I don’t know.” I shake my head. “I haven’t seen a picture of him.”
    “Why now?” Denny pipes up. “Why is the mother just coming