were the problem.”
“You weren’t.”
“He used to love being our dad.”
“I know.”
“He taught me how to ride a bike. Built the tree house. Took us camping. Went to every game. Threw Ben in the air.”
He looked at me.
“So what happened?”
I chose my words carefully.
“Your father became unhappy.”
Elliot listened.
“I don’t know why. Maybe he doesn’t fully know either.”
I paused.
“But instead of saying he needed help, he blamed the life around him. The noise. The responsibility. Us.”
“That doesn’t make it
