My father looked at the envelope as if it were burning.
"And this," my son continued, reaching in again, "is a letter. From me."
He handed it to him, and my father's hands shook as he opened it. I recognized the handwriting—large, slightly messy, but bold.
"I'm giving you one chance," he read aloud. "Not for your sake, but for my mother's sake. She deserves an apology, and I want to know if the man who abandoned her is even capable of changing."
My father looked up – his eyes were blurry, his voice cracked.
"Can...can he come inside?"
