Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
I covered my mouth.
Dad looked toward something outside the camera frame.
“There’s a lot I should’ve told you while I had the chance.”
His expression grew serious.
“I know you think I cared more about money than about you.”
I stopped breathing for a moment.
“I know you think I never understood what you wanted from life.”
He rubbed his wedding ring.