He started the car, and for the first time, Jacob saw something he hadn’t noticed before.
His dad wasn’t just angry. He was disappointed.
That hurt more than anything.
The next day, Jacob walked into class, hands sweaty. He cleared his throat and stood at the front.
“Uh… Mr. Reynolds? l, uh… l just wanted to say l’m sorry. For everything.
Mr. Reynolds studied him for a moment, then nodded. “Thank you, Jacob. That means a lot.
From then on, Jacob wasn’t perfect, but he tried.
And every time he thought about slipping back into his old ways, he remembered the feeling of his father sitting beside him, watching.
