I had just gotten home from a long day at my
consulting firm, and I couldn't wait to change into comfortable clothes and
relax. Everything that could have gone wrong today did, and I needed a few
beers and the Yankees game. I had even decided to leave early and get a head
start on my weekend, so I was home two hours before I usually arrived.
My wife was away on a business trip for a week, so I
would be alone with my stepson, Tyler. He was 21 years old and attending the
local college for sports medicine. He played on the baseball team, and he
worked at the sporting goods store.
Tyler was a good kid who barely ever got into trouble,
and we got along great. He was 6'2", just two inches shorter than my
6'4", and we both weighed about 200 pounds. His mother had him when she
was only 20, so she was only 41, and I was 42. We were still really young to
have a son in college. His real father lived across the country and only saw
him once a year. I married his mother when he was only 10, so he was like a son
to me.
I pulled my car into the garage and pushed the button
to shut the door behind me. I had already taken off my suit jacket and loosened
my tie. I opened the side door and stepped into the kitchen. There was some
mail on the counter, so I looked it over and sorted it into piles. I hung up my
keys and grabbed water from the fridge.
I heard the TV on in the family room, so I headed in
that direction. Tyler must be home from school and gotten a head start on the
game. As I got closer, the sounds did not seem to be cheers from a baseball
game like I originally thought.
I kept quiet as I got closer, worried that Tyler might
have a girl over. I didn't want to embarrass him or make him miss out on
anything. When I stepped into the doorway of the family room, he didn't even
notice me there because he was so focused on what he was doing.
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