“Taking a bullet wasn’t enough, so what else I need to do to show you that I’m sorry?” he asked. “I killed a kid. Not just any kid either because that alone would not have eaten away at me as a man…as a father.” His voice was full of anger, contempt, and sarcasm, as he barked the words down her throat. He wasn’t angry at her. He was angry at himself for moving recklessly, but her comment had caused him to project his frustrations.
