“Why do you keep coming here?” I asked him.
Marcus looked up, surprised I was talking to him. “Because I can’t leave him alone. Because when my son died, I wasn’t there. I was working a night shift. He died and I never got to say goodbye.” He wiped his eyes. “Jake’s not my boy. But he’s somebody’s boy. And he’s hurt because of me. I can’t bring Danny back, but I can sit here and make sure Jake knows somebody’s fighting for him to wake up.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Marcus said. “Fault or not, I’m the reason he’s here.”
We sat in silence for a while. Then Marcus asked, “You want me to leave? Really leave? Because if you do, I will. I don’t want to make this harder on you.”Continue reading…
