Not anger at David.

Anger at the people who had taught my good, hardworking son to be ashamed of being wronged.

“Listen to me very carefully,” I said.

“Because I need you to hear this and never forget it.

Asking your father for help does not make you a failure.

It never has, and it never will, and any voice in your head that tells you otherwise was put there by someone who benefited from your silence.