He wanted to be good. Desperately. I could see in his eyes how much he needed me. I wanted him to have all the simple joys he never had without a real father to show him how. He was brilliant, off the charts. His brain always seemed five steps ahead of everyone else. The more time I spent with him, the more I began to feel like a father to this boy. Everything in this house was dead. My wife, my baby was never going to grow up, Violet was never going to get married. But Michael was alive. The only light to come out of all this. I wanted to give him everything.