"This isn't like that. And that wasn't my fault," he argued, fists clenching. That was hardly a fair comparison. Alex hadn't gone of willingly with them, and he hadn't had a clue what his father was then.
"I messed up. I acknowledge that. But that doesn't mean what I'm doing is any less important. Just...let me talk to them. Maybe I can convince them that's it's safe to tell you more. You're not like the other parents."