You did nothing wrong.

Do you hear me?

You did absolutely nothing wrong, and none of this is your fault, not one single part of it.”

“I really didn’t take it,” Lucas wept, needing to say it again, needing to be sure.

“I believe you, son,” Julian said.

“I never doubted you for a second, and I never will.

I’m getting on the very first flight home.

I’m coming home to you right now.” “It’s storming really bad, Dad,” Lucas said, and there was something unbearable in the fact that even now, even after everything, my son’s instinct was to worry about someone else being out in the cold.