He blinks at me, once, twice, and then the words come rushing out. “My sisters hate me. They need me, and I’m here, and I’m failing them, just like my dad failed me. And I can’t…I can’t get a hold of him. And no one is answering their phone, and you…” His beautiful eyes swim with pain as he looks at me. “I called you because I-I…I needed you. And you weren’t there.” The words are jagged, broken fractures that let me peek into this man’s big heart.
This makes me sad
