You know, when we were little… You couldn't have been more than 5… You just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd dad go… When he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know". I just wanted you to be a kid… Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you. Keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job… I had one job… And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?!   ♡