"Dad, I know what you're going to say. I don't want it repeated. If it was on my mind anymore than it is now, it would kill me," I told him.
"Stop. You're going to make it worse than it already is. Just...just leave me alone, will you?"
He didn't try to answer. I would've had to talk to him like that again if he had. He's the only one I have left.
I turned on my heel and walked. Not home, just away. He didn't try to follow me, and he didn't question me the rest of the week. If he had, I didn't know what I would've said. Maybe I wouldn't have said anything.