"Andy?" I gasped, disbelief coloring my voice.
Timothy's brows furrowed in surprise as he turned to see Andy standing there. "What are you doing here?"
Andy's demeanor was brusque as he replied, "I can be wherever I want, Tim. I don't need your permission."
Timothy attempted to maintain civility. "I was just asking. How have you been?"
Andy's expression darkened, a bitter edge creeping into his voice. "Not great. I haven't been able to talk to Dad in a long time."
Timothy's face softened with sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe he’ll come around.”
A bitter laugh escaped Andy's lips. "Come around…You know that man will hold a grudge until he’s buried six-feet deep.”
“That’s a bit dramatic,” Timothy pointed out. “Besides, you’re the one he trained for success. He won’t let you go
