I just wanted you to be a kid, for just a little while longer. I was trying to protect you. Keep you safe. Dad didn’t even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It’s like I had one job. That one job. And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that I’m sorry. I guess that’s what I do, I let down the people I love. I let Dad down and now I guess I’m just supposed to let you down too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do?