Oliver’s voice, timid but resolute, filled the space between them. “I didn’t want to worry you, Dad. I thought… maybe if you didn’t know, it wouldn’t be a big deal.”

Richard’s heart clenched. How often had he missed moments like this, moments when his son needed him? He was beginning to see the cracks in the foundation he thought was solid.

“I’m sorry, Oliver,” Richard said, his voice softer now. “I should have been there. I will be from now on, I promise.”