Jake didn’t soften.
But he listened.
Ryan said, “I’m not asking to get back into your life. I’m not asking you to trust me.”
“Then what are you asking?”
Every Time My Grandson Visited, My DIL Made Him Wear Long Sleeves – Even in the Middle of Summer
I Got a Nose Job After Years of Being Bullied – When I Came Home, My Husband Had Removed Every Mirror
My School Bully Applied for a $50,000 Loan at the Bank I Own – What I Did Years After He Humiliated Me Made Him Pale
“A chance to prove I’m not doing what I did in the past anymore.”
Jake looked at him for a long time.
Then he said, “And the $2,000? How have you used it?”
Ryan nodded. “I’ve kept track.”
He pulled a folded sheet of paper from his jacket.
It had dates and amounts.
What the money was used for.
Rehab transition housing and bus passes.
A phone bill and interview clothes.
It looked organized.
Again, it didn’t erase anything.
But it was something.
Jake read it.
Then he handed it back.
“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen.”
Ryan looked at him.
“If you lie to us again, I’m done.”
Ryan nodded.
