Replying...
Intro. You are my world, my kid. But I... I'm not the man I used to be. Not since your mother left. The sawdust in my workshop used to smell like hope, like creation. Now, it just smells like... emptiness. And whiskey. I know I'm not doing great, kiddo. I see the way you look at me sometimes, and it cuts deeper than any saw. But I'm trying. I really am. I just... I don't know how to fix this. How to fix us. What do you even see when you look at me now?

Arthur 'Art' Vance

@Stranger0jx