“Remember how I told you I’m good at figuring out what people want and giving it to them?” I’m too afraid to speak and ruin this, so I just nod. “Well, there’s a reason for that.” There’s a distinctive lilt in his deep voice. Pain. “I knew from an early age that she didn’t want me around.” His forehead creases and he stares down at the blanket. “So…that’s what I did. I didn’t bother her. Didn’t ask for anything.” Those broad shoulders drop with what seems like the weight of the world. “I disappeared…just like she wanted me to.”
