“I was terrified that you would look at me and see the man who killed your child.”

“You didn’t kill them,” I said with cold honesty.

“You just left them standing alone on your porch in the dark.”

Arthur flinched as if he had been struck across the face.

“For three long years, you let Harper grow up thinking nobody else on her mother’s side wanted her,” I reminded him bitterly.

“I wanted her so badly,” Arthur wept openly now.

“I just didn’t know how to fix what I had broken.”