Around the fifth day we met, Philip told me he had seen his father the night before. He didn't talk much about how it unfolded. He did say his father apologized, and that he couldn't manage to shoot back at him with anything.
"A part of me didn't want to, and another simply couldn't," was all he said. He was at a particular loss for words that day.
I told him that maybe everything his father needed to hear, he had probably already heard, to which he agreed. After all, both his mother and his aunt, who had come to visit in support of her sister, surely voiced to him everything he ought to know.
I also told him it did not matter if he could not say anything to him. It was never something he was supposed to do. I do not know whether he agreed with me on that particular thought.
