Chapter 91

“If it was, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“Please listen—”

“My daddy was like you. Had all kinds of time to go out and get stone cold drunk and carry on and stumble around like a goddamn fool, but he was too busy to take me and Billy fishing or to go to our ballgames or to give a shit whether we lived or died. You think I want to marry someone who’s going to do the same to me and my son?”

“It’s not going to be—”

“It’s going to be just like that,” I shot back. “After what Noah’s mother did, you think I want a repeat performance?

“I fucked up, Wiley. Please! It’s not like you’ve never fucked up, is it?”

“Not like this,” I replied.

“So Noah is deaf because…you didn’t fuck up?”

I fell silent.

“Am I so different, Wiley? You screwed up. But you fixed your problem. You made it right. Why can’t you let me make this right? Why can’t you see that people change?”

I said nothing, absently fingering my engagement ring, which suddenly felt very heavy and awkward.