“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.