I stand. I refuse to listen to this for another second. He knows how close to home his words hit, and I think he wants it that way. “Yeah,” I reply when I’ve settled on what I want to say. “Well, look how it turned out for you. You’re alone in this empty house, and it’s a f*****g mess. Look at this place,” I say, gesturing around. His eyes don’t follow. They stay fixated on the floor. I run my fingers through my hair, pace the floor. “Look what you’ve become.”
Eventually, when I’ve settled down he speaks. “Why’d you come?”
I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “I’m concerned that you might… come out of retirement.”
He scoffs. “I did. The other night when you called.”
“And I thanked you for that.”
He c***s his head. “I think, from now on, you should leave me out of it. I want
