“We tried everything. And I feel good about that. Stage four liver cancer, kid. I got more years than most.” “I wasted time. I should have come home.” “Maybe. Maybe not. I got to visit you in Los Angeles.” Dad attempted to waggle his brows, a lopsided smirk on his lips. “Got to see the Hollywood sign. Got to see you in your element.” “It’s not enough.” “It has to be, Luka. This is what we have. And maybe I shouldn’t have told you to stay. I hid a lot from you. I guess I hoped it would get better.”
