His eyes were red-rimmed. He’d been crying. He ducked his head, as if attempting to hide his emotions. As if he were ashamed of himself. “What you’ve done. How you’ve cared for my dad—” “I said I would.” “I didn’t deserve that.” “I didn’t do it for you.” “Then…why?” “I did it for me.” Luther looked away, blinking hard, his jaw set.
