I looked at him, unsure what to say.

“I spent months thinking he took something from me,” Dad went on.

“He didn’t.

I gave up a moment I can never have again, and then I wanted everyone to act as if I had been generous.”

He picked a bit of mud from his sleeve.

“That is a hard thing to know about yourself.”

“It was hard for me too,” I said.

“I know.