“Your father.”  Blake turned his back to Jordan, straightening his overcoat and starting to head to the door.  He had no reason to remain in the room now and nothing could keep him there.  “He was never mine, just yours, Jordan.”

“Blake, you will take that back-”  Jordan ran around the bed, hand outstretched to grab Blake by the shoulder.

“No, I will not.  It’s not like you or anyone else can make me.”  Blake jerked out of Jordan’s grasp, only to find his mother blocking his path.  He turned aside and frowned, waiting for the incoming lecture.