When I told you everything would be fine earlier, I lied.
Please note, I also earlier said I haven’t lied to you yet—also a lie.
I’m fessing up now because it should be obvious why things had to happen the way they did. I know you won’t believe me. Our trust bond is broken now, and I don’t expect or need your forgiveness. I’m long dead, but Bobby is not. He’ll live.
You’ll all live, thanks to you.
Tim, now it’s time we both talk to your father.