Chapter 9He was alive, and that was all that mattered. Everything else was just bullshit.
“Jack.” My wife’s voice pulled me back into the present, and I looked up at her. It was dark now, the kitchen illuminated only by the light from the hallway. How long had I been sitting there, musing over the events of my life? “Oh, Jack.”
“My sweet girl.” I stood, and she came to me and ran her palms over my cheeks. Only then did I realize that I’d been crying. “I didn’t mean it.”
“I know, Jack. I know.”
“I want what’s best for all our children, Jilly. Our children. I’m so sorry I said Wills wasn’t your child. I was just so hurt that you wouldn’t give me credit for—”
“I know. I reacted without thinking, and I’m sorry, too. My father…He’s a hateful, bigoted man, Jack.”
“I’m not like that, Jilly.
