Some of it was other people and a lot of it was me.

I could have picked up a phone any day for seven years and I didn’t, and there’s no version of that where I come out fine.”

And then he got angry.

Properly angry — eight years old, in a car, in a parking lot outside a grocery store, and it went on for about six or seven minutes, and it was the worst and most necessary quarter of an hour of my life as a father.

He said I wasn’t his dad.