“Let me help you.” Randy squatted beside Matthew and blotted up coffee with a kitchen towel while Matthew hunted for shards of the coffee mug. It took everything Matthew had not to snatch the towel away and scream that the last thing he needed was help from Randy.
Instead, Matthew swallowed the emotion he was trying to convince himself was anger and not fear, and shoved his warped glasses into place for what could have been the tenth time. “I would prefer an apology.”
Randy nodded. “I know you would. But I can’t give you an apology yet. I’ve made the mistake of allowing myself to view things blindly, and it almost cost Vaughn a son.” He held Matthew’s gaze when Matthew turned it on him. “Not once, not twice, but three times. And for reasons I have yet to come to terms with, it cost me a
