“I can’t f*****g believe this!” His face reddened, sighing in frustration. “Then tell me why are you ignoring her calls?”
“Because I’m f*****g guilty!” I yelled and looked away, sucking in a deep breath to calm down because I wanted to punch and throw everything around. God knew how much I wanted to talk to her, but the guilt of losing our child, the guilt of leaving her, and the guilt of how much she suffered alone because of me I couldn’t think straight. I was losing my goddamn mind.
Just the f*****g guilt!
He nodded slowly. “She likes you a lot, Skipper, but you hurt her.” He paused. Suddenly, the tension inside the room thickened. And I was bloody suffocated.
“How can I f*****g trust you when you were able to hide this from me for seven years? How am I going to trust you again that
