I can't sleep. I'm haunted by the conversation I had with my father hours ago, the one where I finally told him about the accident. I would've told him sooner, but he was in Europe and I didn't want to ruin the remainder of his trip. I'd been dreading it all week, and for good reason too. He responded with predictable judgment and condescension -
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