Now—” she paused and ran her hands down the front of her floral dress, smoothing out the fabric “—are you going to step up and be the man I know you can be? Or are you going to stay on this path of destruction until you turn into your father?” I squared my shoulders, tightened my fists, and set my jaw. “I’m not going to turn into my pop.” Grandmama didn’t look convinced. “If you don’t do something sooner rather than later, you sure will.”
