My son didn’t show up at my wife’s funeral. Hours …

face him.

My son died a long time ago. Maybe he never existed at all. David’s composure cracked.

I know I made mistakes, but I’m still your blood. You can’t just erase that. Watch me.

He stood there for a moment, swaying slightly, and I realized he was probably drunk or worse. The people he owed money to had clearly found him. There was a fresh bruise continue reading …