“Who are you to give me advice on how to be a good father? In case you’ve forgotten, I have you as a father and that’s an experience no one should ever have,” Caleb scoffed.
William let out a sharp laugh before responding. “Caleb, the better question is who are you to think that you are or will be better than me? You and I are the same and the more you try to reject it, the more you become like me. Anybody who tells you otherwise is lying to you and probably just wants to use you. There’s no use deceiving yourself.”
“But I’m not you and I’ll never be you. I will not destroy others the way you do. You turn people into monsters, and I won’t do the same.”
“No, you don’t need to make other people into monsters because you’re already a monster. I do have one last question, and then we can be done here. Assuming both your son and you survive this thing, will you ever tell him that you’re a cold-blooded murderer?”
Caleb tried to keep his hands from shaking but he failed. Unable to respond to the question, he hung up the phone and hoped that he would never speak to his father again. He knew all too well that that would not be the case.