Remember?

I still wonder, does he understand my reasons now? When I close my eyes and imagine the scene, sitting in the passenger side of my car, watching him rage against his mistakes looked and sounded an awful lot like him blaming me for everything. It ends differently now. After he screams at me, “I hope you find him!” and throws my things in the street, I don’t wait for him to storm away before I get out to pick them up. Instead . . . I scream back, “I WILL.”