want to be.” She swallowed painfully. “There isn’t.”
Tears burned my eyes for the first time that day. “I know I don’t deserve another chance.”
“No,” she said. “You don’t.”
The bluntness of it did not feel cruel. It felt clean.
She turned her face toward the window. “But Lucia deserves a father who learns how to show up. So if you’re finally done performing continue reading …