Jace felt numb as the words washed over him.
Was this really happening right now?
“I’ve got so many regrets, Jace, there’s so many things I need to atone for and wish I could change. I have missed out on and hurt you all so much, it makes me feel sick thinking about it.”
“What do you want, Simon?” Jace snapped, as anger burned through the numbness.
“Just a chance to explain, and to apologise. I’ve been going to AA and I’m a year sober now.”
“And I’m just supposed to believe you?”
“Son, listen…”
“No Simon, you listen. You’re a sperm donor, not a Father. You are the nightmare I’m trying not to wake up to and the reason my family is broken. I don’t give a f**k about what you want, how you’re doing or how sorry you feel. There’s nothing you have to say that I want to hear, so just crawl
