Part 13: Revisit

"Three days is a long break, Dad." I said, putting my white nail polish down the desk as I let my toenails dry for a few minutes. "Besides, he's probably searching for his next victim. If I could only fight back that day, Clayton would've caught the man easily. It's my fault." 

After spending the entire evening with Clayton yesterday, I managed to find enough time to call my father and tell him about what happened. I couldn't help but repeatedly blame myself for the failure I caused that day. 

"Everybody makes mistakes, Sam." My father sighed. "And worry about yourself! There'll be plenty of cases around. But you wouldn't solve any of them if you aren't okay." 

And as usual, he's right. But the weight and burden still remains on my chest. 

We talked for a few more minutes, having a simple conversation about how he managed to cook his favorite pasta today. He's cute. Always is and always will. 

My father told me about how he