Jane felt tears spring to her eyes, and she started to speak, but her father said, “Let me finish. I…don’t remember a lot of what I did when I was drinking, but I know I said and did a lot of things that I shouldn’t have, and wouldn’t have if I’d been sober.”
Jane inadvertently reached up to touch the place where her bangs had been. Her father looked away and, after a moment, continued, “When I’ve…apologized to other people, especially your mother, I can’t…there are never the right words to say how sorry I am…and now…with you…I can’t even imagine how much I must have hurt you, and I have no excuse for it.”
Jane forced herself to sit quietly, even though the tears were running down her face.
Her father turned back to her and said, “I can’t say that I’ll make it up to you, because I don’t think there’s any way I can. But I hope…maybe you can believe that I really do love you.
