Nadine's P.O.V.
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"I know there are no excuses for us, and I'm sorry," Shooter finally said. "I should have been a better father. To both of you. I treated War like a pawn, like a soldier. And you... I couldn't even look at you. You reminded me too much of my mistakes, of what I lost. I'll always carry that guilt with me."
"As you should," I sniffled as I wiped my cheeks. "And you?" I asked Julia. "Are you sorry? Do you even feel bad at all?"
"I am, and I do. But I know that my life wasn't easy. I made mistakes. I'm allowed that."
I scoffed again as I shook my head.
"Do you even feel bad for War?" I asked her. "You neglected him too, and he was your actual son."
"He was fine," Julia said. "He had the club and his father. He loved you more than he eve
