I know I've made mistakes, Chlo. Lots of them. But, honey, I've never underestimated you.
Then how come any time I've ever shown any interest in your job, you either change the subject or you push me away?
Because you're way smarter than me. You're more headstrong than your mother. And it scared me. I mean, what if you wanted to become a cop?
What if I did?
Oh, Monkey. I've been shot at, beat up, chased by a naked guy with a harpoon once. And none of those things scare me as much as thinking of you in those situations. It was never about whether you could handle it. It was whether I could. And I'm sorry. But a parent just wants what's best for their child.



