He didn’t look up. “Yeah?”
“I’m sorry.”
He set the bowl down and faced me. “For what, son?”
“Yeah?”
“For not asking. For keeping my distance from that garage door instead of trying to understand what was behind it.”
Dad’s face softened around the eyes. “You were a kid when that started.”
“I’m not a kid now.”
Dad let that sit. Then he said, “You’re here now.”
Those words nearly broke me.
“You were a kid when that started.”
