“The shit I’ve done… I can’t tell you how sorry I am.” I didn’t care to hear it. Sorry didn’t mean shit. Not when his actions had cost me so much. “I know I was a piece of shit father. The things I did to you…” Pop’s face took on a green hue. He looked like he would puke. Not wanting to have any part of that, I kicked the small trash can that sat beside his desk towards him. He ignored it. “I’m not saying I’ve become a good person—” Pop took a large breath “—because I haven’t. My soul is too corrupted to ever find grace again.”
