I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
“An apology matters, Liam.
But it doesn’t change a school pickup, a sick day, or the rent.
It doesn’t give Mason back a father during the years he didn’t have one.”
“I know.”
“I’m not sure you do yet.”
She was probably right.
I knew regret.
She knew the practical weight of raising him.