The drive home was strange, Dad barely said two words to me, focussing on the freeway with a rigid posture.
"If you need to ask me anything, go right ahead. I'll be up front with you." He finally said.
"Maybe you should have tried that years ago." He didn't deserve that, I instantly wanted to snack those cruel words back.
"I deserve that. Your right." He remained staring at the road, his jaw set hard.
"No. You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry." I fo...