“You’re sorry? I was supposed to be there for them, Alex. I was supposed to hold their wrinkled hands and remind them what day it is and watch them succumb to age. I was supposed to come here for Christmas and watch them fight over the vegetables and fall asleep on the sofa, and your father took that from me. And you knew. And your mother knew. And all the people around him knew what he was doing, and you all looked away.” “That’s not—I didn’t know about it until after it had happened.”
