I locked my wife in the pantry under the stairs

word.”

“I will.”

“And if she never lets you near her again?”

I look toward the double doors.

“Then I will still tell the truth.”

He nods once.

That is the first lesson he gives me as my living father.

Not forgiveness.

Accountability.

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