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

do?

I don’t care what you do. That’s not my responsibility anymore. He looked up at me with something like desperation.

I’ll change. I’ll get help. I’ll go to therapy, to gambling addiction meetings, whatever you want.

You had that chance eight months ago when I gave you $50,000. You had that chance three months ago when I warned you about the path you continue reading …