Not for embarrassing himself.
For hurting him.
“I should never have made you feel like you weren’t important to me,” Tyler said. “You are my son, and I love you. What happened between your mom and me was never your fault.”
Mason studied him for a long moment.
“Why did you say she meant everything to you?”
Tyler swallowed.
“Because I made selfish choices, buddy. I thought I could keep different parts of my life separate, and I hurt people
who trusted me.”
“Did you forget about me?”
Tyler’s eyes filled with tears.
“No. But I acted in ways that made it seem like I did, and I’m sorry.”
Mason looked down at the table.
Then he reached into his backpack and pulled out the original drawing. I had found it in the hotel room after our trip, beneath the bed where it had fallen when he unpacked.
