Father. Not here. Alexander, tell me exactly what happened. Please don’t hide anything from me anymore. It happened 3 months ago. I attended a business meeting outside the city, and while we were driving back, another vehicle suddenly lost control, crossed into our lane, and crashed into us.
I was taken to a private hospital, where I remained for several weeks. After many examinations, the doctors told me the accident had damaged the nerves in my lower back and legs. Several weeks? Several weeks you’re telling me? I did call you. But I told you I was busy, because I didn’t want you to hear fear in my voice.
You should have let me hear that fear. I am your mother, Alexander. I should have been there with you. I know, and I am truly sorry. You keep saying you know, Alexander, but everything you did made it seem as though your father and I did not matter to you. That decision was never yours to make alone.
