Chapter 75

Once more, he turned his eyes to look at me, and the space between his thick, dark brows was tightly knit together.

"I already missed so much of your life," he whispered to her. "I'm sorry." "I don't want to miss out on anything else."

I was completely at a loss for words regarding my response. When I was trying to think of something that my dad, Lou, had ever done that was even remotely comparable to this, thoughts of him kept popping into my head. Despite the fact that he had repeatedly brought to my attention the extent of the things he had given up for me, nothing could even come close to competing with what he had done.

I gave in and said, "That's not something you have to do."

His response was, "I know I don't have to," and he was right. When he saw that I was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, he got up and walked around to that side. Before continuing, he sat down next to me and resumed his conversation. "Williams, I am interested in doing this. I long to be in physical