Too Late to Say I'm Sorry

Summary

Eight years after my death, Liam bumped into our son selling trinkets under a highway overpass.

It was the middle of a blizzard. My little boy’s face was beet-red from the cold, his tiny hands covered in painful chilblains.

Furious, Liam grabbed Leo, roughly dusting the snow off his thin coat.

"Where the hell is your mother? Letting you freeze out here all by yourself while she's probably off enjoying herself? I've never seen such an irresponsible parent in my life!"

Leo had absolutely no memory of this man. He answered timidly,