You know, when we were little - you couldn’tve been more than five - you 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. Remember I begged you, quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don’t wanna know. I just wanted you to be a kid. Just for a little while longer. Always tried to protect you, keep you safe. Dad didn’t even have to tell me; it was just always my responsibility, you know? It’s like I had one job - that 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 just supposed to let you down too? How can I? How’m I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do?