The officer gave him a blank stare. "Stevens, huh?" the officer questioned. "Just sign in here and put your relation to the inmate."
Billy's hands shook even harder as he wrote those three letters down. "Son." Being his son after learning what he did still felt weird. But he's got to cope with it and pull himself together.
"Stevens," the officer said as he went to Tate's cell. "Visitor."
Tate was taken aback. "Visitor? I haven't had a visitor in here, who is coming to see me?" The officer looked down at the clipboard that Billy signed.
"Says he's your son? I didn't even know you had kids." he said.
"Kid, one kid. But it isn't really your business anyways. I don't go talking around here like some of these loose lips. My life is private as much as I can make it." he snarled.
"Take it easy Tate, come on."
On the way down, Tate was wondering many things. "Has he finally gotten my messages that I want to see him? Has his mother revealed how I've badgered her to get him here? I wonder what he looks like."
Not one single picture has been sent, no letters, and the only phone calls are the ones that he has made to talk to his mother.
The door buzzed loudly as it opened. Billy jumped in his seat.
There he was, the man in the flesh. Tate Stevens. The one he heard all those horrific things about, walking over to his table with handcuffs and shackles. It was frightening to him that, that was his dad even more so now than it was before. Before, it was all in his mind. He could imagine him looking however he wanted him to look, acting devious and mean. But now, he's real. He's in fr...