“To whom much is given, much is required. We didn’t get to choose this life, and the sacrifices we have to make for it aren’t pretty, but we don’t get to abandon it, damn it! It made us who we are!” His voice thundered, and I saw flashes of my father. Monroe’s father, just like mine, was stuck in his ways. He didn’t care if I was stating facts. He’d made up his mind and didn’t want to change it.
