Brian Beam
Max stared solemnly across
the waters..
“You know, a part of me thought I would never tell you all of this. There was a time when I lost hope, when I
truly believed that my life would be spent watching you grow up on that
farm.” He shook his head and looked up
at me. “I must start this with a
heartfelt apology.”
I licked my dry lips to
work up some moisture. My nerves had
dried out my mouth. “It’s okay, Max.”
“No,” he replied,
staring back out across the lake. “I
told you before that it was for your own good.
When I really think about it, it was actually more for my own.” He paused for a moment. The chilly breeze picked up as if to prod him
to speak. “I just ask that you allow me
to speak this out. I know you will have
questions, but I just ask that they wait.”
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