“Don’t you get it?” he implores, propping his elbows on his knees and holding his hands out like he’s begging me to understand. “Tripp might have some glaring character flaws—I won’t argue that with you—but he’s my son. And I’ve wanted that. Maybe not like this. But it might be my only opportunity to have even a sliver of this thing. My dad was a piece of shit. Walked out without a word and never came back. I’ve always wanted to…I don’t know…fix that wrong. Do better one day. Prove to myself that while I might have half his DNA, I’m not him. It’s why…it’s why your being here has to be for
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