I let out a sigh after Jack finally stopped yelling.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly.
He swallowed hard, Jackson's voice gruff as he continued, "I talked to a therapist. I got help. I'm just mad at myself for what happened back then, and I don't think I can come back from that, except if my son forgives me."
"My life back then was a dark place, and I'll be damned if I let it happen again. That's why I'm here for him, even though he's always fighting me."
"You…"
"Shut up, please." His voice was low but firm. "He's my son. I know how to deal with him. Stop meddling and stressing yourself out."
I snapped my mouth shut and focused on the road ahead, sitting in silence and watching the dark cloud loom over us like a bad omen. I didn't like the feel of it.
"You bring me peace,
