❝You know, when we were little, you couldn’t have been more than five, you’d just started asking questions. ‘How come we didn’t have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where’d Dad go’, when he’d take off for days at a time. I remember I begged you, ‘quit askin’ Sammy. Man, you don’t wanna know.’ I just wanted you to be a kid. Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you, keep you safe. Dad didn’t even have to tell me. This was always my responsibility, you know. It’s like, I had one job. I had 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 supposed to let you down too. How can I? Am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy… God… What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?!❞