"Yeah, well, I kinda feel like you did, too, so at least we're on the same fuckin' page," I say flatly, tears seeping silently out of my eyes before I can stop them.

"I can't follow you there, Mike. I... I want to. I would, but I can't. Not all the way. I can't leave your kids here alone. Our fuckin' kids," I say firmly, "You gotta stay on this side of the fuckin' line with us, because I don't wanna do this shit alone again."

Please don't make me. Please, God.